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LIBRARY 

MOTY  OF 
AMNIA 

DIEGO 


HARVARD    LYRICS 

And  Other  Verses 


HARVARD  LYRICS 

And  Other  Verses 


BEING  SELECTIONS  OF  THE  BEST  VERSE 
WRITTEN  BY  HARVARD  UNDERGRADU- 
ATES WITHIN  THE  LAST  TEN  YEARS 

SELECTED  BY 

CHARLES  LIVINGSTONE  STEBBINS 

OF  THE   CLASS   OF   NINETY-SEVEN 


BOSTON 

L.    C.   PAGE    &   COMPANY 
MDCCCCI 


Copyright, 
BY  BROWN   AND  COMPANY 


JOHN  WILSON  AND  SON,  CAMBRIDGE,  U.  S.  A. 


Introduction 


THE 


motive  that  prompted  the  compilation 
of  this  little  volume  was  a  desire  to  collect  into 
convenient  form  some  of  the  more  serious 
thoughts  of  Harvard  students  as  expressed  in 
their  best  verse,  with  the  hope  of  creating  in 
the  public  mind  a  better  impression  of  the 
standard  of  undergraduate  literary  work. 

One  would  not  claim  for  the  poems  here  pre- 
sented that  they  have  the  depth  of  a  Browning 
or  the  metrical  perfection  of  a  Tennyson;  but  I 
believe  one  can  assert  with  reason  that  they  are 
worthy  of  the  attention  of  thoughtful  readers. 
Immature  many  of  them  may  be,  but  all  are 
indicative  of  serious  mood  and  elevated  pur- 
pose. This  seriousness  of  student  thought  is 
too  little  recognized  or  understood  by  the  out- 
side world.  The  buoyant  activity  manifested  in 
athletic  and  society  life  is  practically  the  only 


iv  Introduction 

side  which  the  casual  observer  of  student  life 
knows.  The  deeper,  more  significant  moods 
and  aspirations  of  students  are  announced  with 
no  blare  of  trumpets. 

One  form  of  expression  of  these  deeper  feel- 
ings is  college  literature,  and  the  strongest  mani- 
festation of  this  is  verse.  A  student's  philosophy 
of  life  as  thus  expressed  is  too  often  considered 
either  superficial  or 

"sicklied  o'er  with  the  pale  cast  of  thought," 

and  thus  in  either  case  untrue  to  things  as  they 
are.  In  the  former  instance,  he  is  believed 
superficial  because  he  is  a  spectator  only,  and 
not  yet  an  actor,  in  the  drama  of  life ;  in  the 
latter,  morbid  because  ignorant  —  through  inex- 
perience —  of  the  activity  and  the  meaning  of 
the  great  world  that  lies  beyond  the  college 
gates.  That  there  is  superficiality  and  even 
childishness  of  thought  on  the  one  hand,  and 
narrowness  and  morbidness  on  the  other,  cannot 
be  denied ;  but  that  such  mental  conditions  are 
necessarily  college  characteristics,  or  in  any  true 
sense  typical  of  the  better  undergraduate  thought, 
this  collection  of  verse  seems  to  me  to  disprove. 
University  life  in  these  modern  days  is  not  that 


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of  monastic  seclusion,  but  that  of  the  broad,  true 
culture  which  springs  from  sympathetic  contact 
with  the  best  in  the  world  about  us. 

If,  then,  this  collection  of  verse  gives  evidence 
of  some  rational  interpretation  of  human  life, 
evidence  that  our  most  thoughtful  students  are 
actuated  by  high  ideals,  the  purpose  of  this  book 
will  have  been  accomplished. 

I  wish  to  express  my  thanks  to  the  Editors  of 
the  HARVARD  ADVOCATE  and  the  HARVARD 
MONTHLY  for  the  privilege  of  making  selections 
from  those  periodicals ;  to  Messrs.  Copeland  and 
Day  for  permission  to  use  copyrighted  verse  of 
Mr.  Bates  and  Mr.  Savage ;  and  to  Mr.  F.  W.  C. 
Hersey,  whose  excellent  literary  judgment  has 
been  of  much  assistance  to  me  in  preparing  this 

compilation. 

C.  L.  S. 

CAMBRIDGE,  MASS., 
March,  1899. 


Contents 


INTRODUCTION 


part  I 

Ad  Parnassum      ...........  13 

In  a  Copy  of  the  "  Vita  Nuova  "      .....  14 

The  Love  Tide     ...........  15 

"  Methinks  the  Measure  "  ........  16 

From  a  Window  ...........  1  7 

A  Place  to  worship  Truth   .......     .  18 

To  Pan       .............  19 

"  Lest  we  Forget  !"       .........  21 

Dusk      ..............  22 

Zoe  ...............  24 

An  April  Night     ...........  26 

Love's  Prayer       ...........  27 

Vita  Mea    .......     ......  28 

Long  Ago   ..............  29 

To  Keats    .............  32 

On  seeing  Monadnock  Mountain      .....  33 

Before  the  Battle      ..........  34 

The  Manse  at  Concord       ........  36 


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PAGE 

The  Place  of  Love 37 

Memorial  Tower       38 

The  Secret 39 

The  Coming  of  the  Storm 42 

Christ  Church 43 

When  Darkness  falls 44 

Easter  Morning 45 

To  Gertrude 46 

Sailor's  Requiem 47 

Effort 48 

A  Sea  Dream       49 

My  Heritage 5 l 

Love  in  Twilight 52 

The  Voice  of  the  West  Wind 53 

At  Dawn 55 

Roses 57 

The  Gull 59 

The  Lost  Pleiad 61 

O  My  Beloved 62 

Contrast 65 

"  In  Memoriam  " 66 

To  a  Traveller 67 

The  Song  of  the  Sailor's  Death 68 

Storm  Song 7° 

A  Friend 71 

Futurity 73 


Contents  ix 

PAGE 

The  Virgin  Prairie 74 

Wind  Voices 75 

Water- Lilies 77 

The  Singer 79 

Rizpah So 

Dreams 81 

In  the  Mist 83 

The  Nobler  Light 85 

A  Future  Retrospect 86 

The  Burial  of  Alaric 87 

Attainment 90 

The  Song  of  the  Sea-Shell        91 

Love  and  the  Violets 92 

The  Departure 93 

Morn .  96 

Worth 97 

Venus  at  Twilight 99 

Adrift .  100 

The  Lover  and  the  Dead 102 

The  Litany  of  Battles     .                     103 

Hesperus 105 

A  Face 106 

Drifting 107 

Whither? 108 

Shakspere 109 

Love  Song no 


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PAGE 

Menoetes    .............  m 

Sunset    ..............  112 

Arabia    ..............  113 

To  Beauty       ............  115 

Greatness   .............  116 

An  Old  Song  New-Sung      ........  117 

Old  Yucatan    ............  119 

The  Cathedral      ...........  120 

The  Haven      ............  122 

Art    ...............  123 

The  Builder  —  Science       ........  124 

Canoe  Song     ............  125 

Life  Hopes      ............  126 

Novissimum  Verbum     .........  127 

Prseterita    .............  129 


ii 

Class-Day  Odes   .........        133-148 


INDEX  OF  AUTHORS 151 


Part  I 
Miscellaneous  Verse 


Harvard  Lyrics 


AD   PARNASSUM 

\J  NPEOPLED  plains  lie  in  the  smoky  west  ; 

Child  of  the  evening  earth,  a  traveller  I 

Pace  onward  silent  where  the  shadows  die 
In  the  vast  mountain  of  my  distant  quest. 
This  Occident,  with  strangeness  ever  blessed, 

Pervades  the  vision  of  the  inward  eye, 

And,  whispering  of  some  nobler  destiny, 
Leads  from  the  tangled  paths  by  man  possessed. 
Out  of  the  tents,  out  of  the  hearts  of  men, 

Unwearied  fled  I  one  forgotten  morn  ; 
I  left  no  word,  I  asked  no  right  to  ken 

The  joy  and  pain  behind  me  daily  borne. 
I  shall  some  evening  gain  my  height,  and  then 

Survey  the  universe  before  the  dawn. 

ROBERT  STEED  DUNN,  '98 


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IN   A   COPY   OF  THE   "VITA  NUOVA " 

llALF-CONSCIOUS  here  the  master  lays 

His  fingers  on  the  lyre ; 
Sweet,  simple,  strong,  the  notes  he  plays,  — 
Notes  that  have  tuned  for  years  and  days 

The  soul's  devotion  higher. 

Unwitting  of  his  noble  might, 

In  steadfast  faith  he  sings, 
Telling  the  way  to  find  aright, 
In  Love's  clear,  calm,  unflickering  light, 

Life's  best,  divinest  things. 

RUSSELL  HILLIARD  LOINES,  Sp. 


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THE   LOVE    TIDE 

JL  BUILT  a  house  upon  the  shifting  strand, 
Moulding  with  childish  hands  a  rough  design, 
All  heedless  of  the  tremulous  silver  line 

Where  came  the  water  nibbling  up  the  sand 

Until  it  touched  me,  bubbling  o'er  my  hand, 
And  melting  down  those  parapets  of  mine. 
I  checked  the  tears,  and  saw  the  low  sun  shine 

Red  o'er  the  blue,  and  tried  to  understand. 

What  were  the  toys  that  love  came  knocking  o'er 
Ere  I  had  seen  the  flood  of  life  he  brought? 
His  tide  washed  out  the  treasures  I  had  sought 

And  laid  my  sand-heaps  level  with  the  shore. 
Lo,  a  blue  sea  with  golden  sunlight  fraught 

Surged  where  a  little  mound  had  been  before. 

JOHN  ALBERT  MACY,  '99. 


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"METHINKS  THE   MEASURE" 

1VJ.ETHINKS  the  measure  of  a  man  is  not 
To  save  a  state  in  midst  of  fierce  alarms, 
Do  noble  deeds  and  mighty  feats  of  arms, 

And  feel  the  breath  of  battle  waxing  hot. 

There  have  been  Caesars  whose  more  humble  lot 
Forbade   that    they   should   bear   the   victor's 

palms ; 
Cromwells  who  never  left  their  peaceful  farms ; 

Napoleons  without  ambition's  blot. 

Not  in  the  deed  that 's  done  before  the  eyes 
Of  wonder-stricken  lands  upturned  to  view, 

But  in  the  will,  though  no  occasion  rise, 

And  sleeping  still,  that  dares  such  deeds  to  do, 

Is  drawn  the  line  which  parts  him  from  the  clods 

And  gives  a  man  a  kinship  with  the  gods. 

PERCY  ADAMS  HUTCHISON,  '99. 


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FROM   A  WINDOW 

A  HROUGH  dusky  etchings  of  the  wood 

The  white  snows  glow, 
The  tree  arms,  twined  in  sisterhood, 
Together  grow. 
Brown  grasses  dead 
Beside  the  tree-trunks  lie ; 

Clear  overhead 
Bends  down  the  tender  sky, 

And  in  my  heart,  O  friend,  a  thought  of  thee !  — 
O  world  of  God,  thou  art  so  dear  to  me ! 

CHARLES  T.  SEMPERS,  '88. 


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A   PLACE   TO  WORSHIP  TRUTH 

A  LOVE  that  spot  upon  the  hill,  the  place 

Where  we  have  often  sat  the  twilight  through, 

Where  lovely  dreams  were  built  in  summer's  sky, 

And  we  forgot  life's  cares  in  revery. 

To  add  by  distance  still  another  charm, 

And  make  more  sweet  that  dear,  secluded  spot, 

Far  down  below  the  busy  World  was  seen 

By  glimmering  lamp,  and  heard  by  tolling  bell. 

Yes,  a  place  well  chosen  to  tell  our  dreams  of  love, 

To  speak  of  God,  and  fathom  what  we  could 

Of  that  great  Force  which  governs  all  that  is,  — 

A  spirit  world,  because  we  felt  and  said 

Just  what  the  mind  when  free  is  wont  to  think ; 

A  place  to  feel  and  know  and  worship  Truth. 

C.  H.  M. 


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TO    PAN 

PAN,  come  back ;  our  age  hath  need  of  thee ; 
We  have  forgot  the  beauty  of  the  fields. 
And  though,  in  thy  time,  every  nook  and  tree 
Could  give  some  message  to  the  lords  of  earth, 
Our  ears  hear  naught ;  and  as  each  object  yields 
Unto  us  gold  we  estimate  its  worth. 
We  have  forgot  the  secret  of  the  sea ; 
And  though  we  count  the  very  grains  of  sand 
As  they  fall  glistening  from  our  open  hand, 
We  may  not  know  what  they  could  tell  to  thee. 

O  Pan,  come  back !   and  teach  to  us  the  tongue 

All  nature  spoke  in  thy  far  golden  days ; 

For  all  things  spoke   then,  and  the  world  was 

young, 

But  now  we  cannot  hear  the  piteous  words 
Wherewith  the  pent-up  forest-spirit  prays 
For  mercy  when  we  fell  her  tree.     The  birds 
Sing  senseless  songs  unto  our  senseless  ears. 
We  heed  them  not;  or  if  by  chance  we  heed, 
'T  is  but  to  slay  them,  giving  them  a  meed 
Which  would   have  filled  thy  kindly  eyes  with 

tears. 


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O  Pan,  come  back !  or  if  thou  canst  not  come, 
Send  us  a  message  from  the  over  world. 
Nay,  wilt  thou  speak  not,  be  forever  dumb  ? 
Can  we  know  nothing  of  the  frank  delight 
Wherewith  men   lived   their  life  ere  they  were 

hurled 

Unto  dark  doubt  from  out  thy  trusting  light? 
Nay,  thou  art  gone,  we  know  it ;  death's  stern  rod 
Hath  smitten  thee  who  had  no  thought  of  death. 
Thy  mighty  limbs  were  vain,  and  vain  the  breath 
Which  piped  and  made  men  glad  once,  poor,  dead 

god! 

HUGH  McCuLLocH,  JR.,  '91. 


Harvard  Lyrics  21 


"LEST  WE   FORGET!" 


L, 


rORD  of  the  Living,  in  Whose  sight 
A  thousand  years  are  Yesterday 
Or  as  the  watches  of  the  night, 

Show  Living  Man  the  Living  Way ! 

The  world  doth  clamor  at  our  gate, 
The  world's  huge  hunger  goes  unfed ; 

Shall  sable  gown  be  more  than  meat, 
Or  crust  of  culture  more  than  bread  ? 

Immured  in  the  cloistral  cell 

We  hear  the  unfettered  eagles  cry  ! 

Our  beads  of  learning  we  o'ertell, 
And  dawn  draws  dragons  in  the  sky ! 

Lord  Captain  Christ,  Whose  morning-eyne 
Are  stars  that  shall  not  brook  control, 

Renew  the  Primitive  Design, 

Rebreathe  in  Man  a  Living  Soul ! 

FULLER-TON  W.  WALDO,  'c 


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DUSK 


T 


HE  maid  sits  by  the  spinning-wheel, 
With  head  bowed  low  in  dreaming, 
And  looks  not  where  the  shadows  steal 
Or  dusk's  lone  star  is  gleaming. 

The  tremulous  wheel  stirs  into  rest ; 

Clasped  lightly  are  her  ringers ; 
And  only  in  her  swelling  breast 

A  pulse  of  movement  lingers. 

Through  casement  dim  a  faint  wind  drifts, 
Since  morn  asleep  'mid  roses ; 

The  yellow  hair  it  lightly  lifts 
That  on  her  cheek  reposes. 

A  bird  is  singing  far  away, 
Beyond  the  upland  meadows, 

One  late  clear  song  across  the  gray 
And  drowsy  world  of  shadows. 

Ah !  vain  the  wind  of  twilight  stirs, 
Sings  thrush  from  distant  cover. 

She  hears  not  them,  but  moaning  firs 
That  darken  o'er  her  lover. 


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And  all  unwatched  the  shadows  steal, 
So  fast  her  tears  are  gleaming,  — 

Dear  maid  beside  the  spinning-wheel, 
With  head  bowed  low  in  dreaming. 

B.  F.  GRIFFIN,  '99. 


24  Harvard  Lyrics 


ZOE 

JJOWN  by  the  rocks  of  old  Ocean, 

When  the  sun  stole  slowly  to  die, 
Leaving  a  purple  remembrance 

Illumined  with  gold  in  the  sky ; 
Bathed  in  the  flood  of  the  twilight, 

Where  the  waves  were  lapping  the  shore, 
Leaping  in  ridges  and  running 

High  beachward  with  hiss  and  with  roar ; 
Cushioned  'mid  driftweed  and  pebbles, 

Sat  Zoe,  and  gazed  o'er  the  tide,  — 
Rapt  as  the  Magdalen  weeping 

Had  mused  on  Him  that  had  died. 

Thought  flooded  soul,  and  a  longing,  — 

As  if  life  were  not  all  it  seems, 
Incomplete  somehow  or  somewhere, 

Fantastic  and  flitting  as  dreams ; 
Longing  to  know  all  the  unknown,  — 

For  the  known  is  grievously  brief,  — 
Those  things  that  mortals  must  not  know, 

But  must  work  and  live  in  belief. 


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Trembling  with  each  crowded  pulse-beat, 

She  yearned  for  hope's  guerdon,  —  love's  sigh ; 
Only  gray  faces  of  memory 

Dimly  clustered  in  answer  star-high. 
Slowly  her  tears  brimming  hotly 

Plashed  down  like  raindrops  at  een ; 
Sob  on  sob,  heartwrung  in  bursting, 

Died  low  o'er  the  water's  cold  sheen. 

Tramping  through  gloom  of  black  shadows, 

Hard-muscled,  grim  Toil  strode  that  way, 
Spied  he  the  sick  o'  the  heart's  ache 

And  kissed,  ere  the  night  paled  to  gray ; 
Thrilled  her  slow  blood  by  his  touching, 

By  brave  songs  of  work,  till  her  grief 
Floated  adown  streams  of  Lethe 

Like  a  dusky,  tide-swept  leaf. 

FRANK  W.  C.  HERSEY,  '99. 


26  Harvard  Lyrics 


AN  APRIL  NIGHT 

z\.CROSS  the  risen  moon  dark  banks  of  clouds 
In  flying  scuds  and  vapory  masses  sweep. 
They  dull  in  brilliancy,  but  cannot  keep 
Some   light  from    rifting    through    their   fleecy 

shrouds. 
Below,  the  sleeping  earth,  in  fitful  chase 

Of  changing  lights  and  shadows,  sometimes  lies 
Bathed  in  a  silvery  radiance,  when  the  skies 
Allow  the  struggling  moon  to  show  its  face ; 
But  oftener  wrapped  in  darkness  it  remains. 
The  rushing  night-winds  sweeping  through  the 

trees, 

The  noise  of  waters  on  their  rocky  bed, 
Alone  disturb  the  silent  calm  that  reigns 

O'er  hills  and  valleys,  woods  and  fertile  leas. 
The  living  world  is  quiet  as  the  dead. 

HARRISON  J.  HOLT,  '98. 


Harvard  Lyrics  27 


LOVE'S   PRAYER 

J— /OVE,  like  Religion,  has  its  prayer: 
"  Give  me  this  day  my  daily  bread." 
Poor  Love,  that  has  so  much  to  bear, 

So  seldom  is  its  hunger  fed. 
It  asks  for  loaves :  instead  there  come, 
In  answer,  only  crust  and  crumb, 
And  often,  as  it  pleads  alone, 
It  gains  no  other  bread  than  stone. 

And  still  it  breathes  this  simple  want ; 

Alas  !  it  knows  no  other  prayer ; 
Nor  ease  can  lure,  nor  failure  daunt, 

Nor  terrors  drive  it  from  its  care. 
Deceived  so  oft,  wouldst  thou  not  guess 
'T  would  faint  for  very  weariness  ? 
Nay,  it  will  plead  till  prayer  be  dead, 
"  Give  me  this  day  my  daily  bread  !  " 

FREDERIC  LAWRENCE  KNOWLES,  '96. 


28  Harvard  Lyrics 


VITA  MEA 

W ITH  fear  I  trembled  in  the  House  of  Life, 
Hast'ning  from  door  to   door,  from   room   to 

room, 

Seeking  a  way  from  that  impenetrable  gloom 
Against  whose  walls  my  strength  lay  weak  from 

strife. 
All  dark  !  All  dark !     And  what  sweet  wind  was 

rife 

With  earth,  or  sea,  or  star,  or  new  sun's  bloom, 
Lay  sick  and  dead  within  the  place  of  doom, 
Where  I  went  raving  like  the  winter's  wife. 

"  In  vain,  in  vain  !  "  with  bitter  lips  I  cried ; 
"  In  vain,  in  vain  !  "  along  the  hallways  died 

And  sank  in  silences  away.     Oppressed, 
I  wept.     Lo !  through  those   tears   the  window- 
bars 

Shone  bright,  where  Faith  and  Hope  like  long- 
sought  stars 
First  gleamed  upon  that  prison  of  unrest. 

W.  STEVENS,  Sp. 


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LONG  AGO 


COME, 


Harrietta,  shadows  fall 

Across  the  hill :  't  is  eventide. 

They  stretch  their  figures  far  and  wide ; 
And  from  the  moor  the  crickets  call. 
The  night  moves  on :  the  sunset  glow 

Fades  down  into  the  dusky  air ; 

I  seem  to  see  that  glory  there 
That  thrilled  my  being  long  ago. 

There  is  the  river  stealing  by ; 

How  still  it  looks,  how  dark  and  deep  ! 

As  though  a  grim  and  lasting  sleep 
Had  fallen  from  the  starless  sky. 
Slow  as  the  stream  my  dull  thoughts  flow 

Adown  the  channel  of  the  years, 

Clogged  with  the  sorrows  and  the  tears 
That  pressed  upon  me  long  ago. 

Do  you  remember  when  we  stood 

One  autumn  eve,  when  leaves  were  red, 
And  sunset  purple  glory  shed 

Aslant  the  caverns  of  the  wood  ? 


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I  saw  your  gentle  head  bent  low, 

Your  drooping  eyes ;   my  heart  beat  fast ; 
I  tried  to  speak ;  the  moment  passed,  — 

And  so  I  lost  you  long  ago. 

We  talked,  I  think,  of  common  things ; 
I  have  forgotten  what  they  were,  — 
Of  harvest  time,  of  him  and  her, 

In  that  forced  tone  that  error  brings. 

'T  was  dark,  and  with  a  genial  glow 
The  old  house  cast  a  merry  light 
That  seemed  to  cheer  the  gloomy  night, 

But  left  me  cheerless  long  ago. 

Time  flies  and  leaves  an  empty  place ; 

We  toil  and  struggle  as  we  can, 

Live  out  our  lives  to  plot  and  plan 
For  high  resolve  or  deep  disgrace. 
We  learn  our  failings ;  learn  to  know 

The  good  and  ill  that  in  us  lies ; 

We  hold  the  mirror  to  our  eyes 
And  see  the  faults  of  long  ago. 

I  seek  not  more ;  the  past  is  dead ; 

Its  mask  is  left  on  you  and  me. 

We  are  not  what  we  sought  to  be,  — 
Our  dreams  are  gone,  our  visions  fled. 


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Let  age  her  mantle  round  us  throw. 
I  have  no  secret  now  from  you  : 
My  heart  is  yours  as  firm  and  true 

As  by  the  woodland  long  ago. 

PERCY  Louis  SHAW,  '97. 


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TO   KEATS 

,/i.SLEEP,  awake,  in  dreams  of  poesy 
And  all  the  lambent  joys  of  Arcady, 

He  found  a  faun  once,  sleeping  in  a  dell, 

Far  from  the  noon's  fierce  heat,  'neath  poppy'd 

spell. 

He  struck  the  old  Greek  chord  of  sympathy 
With  woods  and  streams,  all  nature's  minstrelsy, 
And   knew  the    moon's   pale   splendors.      He 

could  tell 

Where  wood-nymphs  drowse  in  dales  of  aspho- 
del— 
Ah !  Keats,  we  mourn  thee.     In  our  hearts  the 

pain 

Of  thy  young  life  yet  lives.    We  have  no  tears ; 
Dry-eyed,  expectant  still,  each  dawn  appears. 
But  many  springs  may  dawn,  and  many  wane, 

Ere  Earth,  old  Earth,  prosaic  through  the  years 
That  thou  art  gone,  shall  deck  herself  again. 

GEORGE  GRISWOLD,  2d,  '93. 


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ON   SEEING  MONADNOCK  MOUNTAIN 

AFTER   READING   EMERSON'S   POEM 

JVlONADNOCK!     Solitary  mountain !     I 
Behold  at  last  thy  grand  and  lonely  peak 
Staying  the  driving  cloud,  as  thou  didst  seek 

To  hold  communion  with  the  bending  sky. 

About  thy  base  the  lesser  hill-tops  lie, 
But  not  at  hand,  as  if  they  felt  how  weak 
Were  they  by  thee  who  in  the  past  didst  speak 

Of  God  to  hearts  which  reverently  drew  nigh. 

And  to  one  other  didst  thou  speak  of  God, 
One  who  did  hold  thee  as  a  friend,  and  dear ; 
Who,  prophet,  poet,  and  a  leader  seer, 

Holding  within  his  hand  stern  Moses'  rod, 
Arose,  like  thee,  above  each  lesser  height, 
And  earth  and  sky  beheld  with  undimmed  sight. 
PERCY  ADAMS  HUTCHISON,  '99. 


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BEFORE  THE   BATTLE 

lO-NIGHT,"  they  said, 
"  When  the  day  is  dead, 
When  we  are  slain,  or  the  foe  is  fled ; 

At  set  of  sun, 

When  all  is  done, 
When  all  is  lost,  or  the  fight  is  won,  — 

Then  we  shall  sleep 

In  Death's  dark  keep, 
Or  drink  red  wine  till  the  night  is  deep. 

Ride !     Ride ! 

With  our  wrath  to  guide, 

Into  the  battle,  sword  by  side ! 

"  To-night,"  they  laughed, 

As  they  stooped  and  quaffed 
The  red  fierce  wine  from  the  stirrup-cup, 
"  To-night,  when  we  come 

The  funeral  drum 

Shall  throb,  to  startle  their  hearts  that  sup, 
Or  the  flags  shall  stream 
And  the  banners  gleam, 


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And  the  trumpets  blow  triumph  as  we  ride  up  ! 
Ride !     Ride ! 
With  our  wrath  to  guide, 
Into  the  battle,  sword  by  side ! 

"  Away,  and  away, 

For  the  morn  is  gray 

And   the   sword-blades    hunger   and   stir   in  the 
sheath, 

And  above  the  hills 
The  red  sky  fills 

With  the  dawning  terror  of  blood  beneath ; 
The  white  blades  burn 
And  the  keen  spears  yearn 
To  harvest  the  red  ripe  field  of  Death. 
Ride !     Ride ! 
With  our  wrath  to  guide, 
Into  the  battle,  sword  by  side !  " 

HERBERT  BATES,  '90. 


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THE   MANSE   AT   CONCORD 

/A.PART   from  traffic  of  the  world,  in  shroud 
Of  moaning  pines  and  solemn  ash-trees  tall, 
Where  throbbing   notes  of  red-breasts    rise 

and  fall, 
Green-mossed  stands  the  Manse,  —  gray  grown, 

and  proud 

Of  ancient  days.     Here  priestly  sires  have  bowed, 
And  priestly  sons,  in  meek  prayer  pastoral. 
When  quivering  lip  sang  out  the  righteous 

call 

Each  window  shivered  'mid  the  battle-cloud. 
Here  trod  the  brooding,  dark-eyed  Puritan ; 

The  soulful  Scholar  closed  his  yellow  tome, 
Spake  forth,  an  haloed  Sage,  to  wakening  man ; 
The  Patriot  marched  with  gown  and  book 

from  home. 
Now,  hushed  as  creeps  yon  dusky  stream,  the 

tide 
Of  years  flows  o'er  the  Mansion  glorified. 

FRANK  W.  C.  HERSEY,  '99. 


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THE   PLACE   OF  LOVE 

rOVE,  thou  art  not  alone  for  gentle  dells, 
Where  summer  breezes,  sweetly  perfumed,  breathe 

Through  heavy  branches 
Thy  place  is  also  where  the  winter  wind 
Roars  down  the  long,  bleak  hill ; 

The  flying  snow 

Doth  blind  the  traveller,  as  he  strives  to  gain 
The  little  cottage  under  sheltering  pines, 

Where  thou  art  waiting,  Love. 

S.  C.  BRACKETT,  '91. 


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MEMORIAL  TOWER 

A  HE  whole  world  drowses  in  the  quiet  power 
Of  summer  moonlight.    City,  village,  farm, — 
All   common   things    are    sunk  beneath  the 

charm ; 

And  dreams  of  the  immortal  throng  the  hour. 
And  lo,  mute  witness  of  our  life,  yon  tower 
Rises  to  heaven  in  a  nightly  tryst ; 
White,  like  a  phantom  folded  in  the  mist, 
As  if  it  had  eternity  for  dower. 
And  thus  at  last  when  all  the  froth  of  strife 
Is  long  subsided  in  the  wake  of  time, 

And  we  are  fled  like  billows  on  the  sea, 
Immortal  moonlight  shall  recall  our  life, 

And  with  its  silver  sheen  like  winter  rime 
Shall  merge  our  memories  with  eternity. 
JOHN  R.  CORBIN,  '92. 


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THE  SECRET 

I    WANDERED   with    my   flute   through    the 
forest, 

And  played  to  the  hearkening  birds. 
I  played  them  a  secret,  sweet  and  soft, 

Too  sweet  for  the  jargon  of  words. 
It  arose  like  a  delicate  perfume 

To  the  tree-tops  up  in  the  sky, 
While  all  the  marvelling  songster-choir 

Sat  hushed  in  the  boughs  on  high. 

For  I  sang  of  a  night  in  the  garden 

When  a  wondrous  gliding  Dream 
Allured  me  along,  —  like  a  shallop  afloat 

On  a  slow-descending  stream,  — 
Through  the  pathways  dim  in  the  darkness, 

Far  down  by  orchards  and  bowers, 
To  the  Favored  Vales,  inwoven  thick 

With  numberless  growing  flowers. 

'T  was  the  form  of  a  matchless  maiden ; 

One  hand  held  a  lily-bloom ; 
In  its  chalice  a  Lamp  of  golden  fire 

That  shone  through  the  misty  gloom. 


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"  This  is  what  men  are  seeking," 

She  seemed  to  be  singing  afar, 
Uplifting  the  snow-white  lily-bloom, 

All  alight  with  the  rose-red  star. 

"  In  the  heart  of  this  beautiful  flower 

Truth  has  written  his  name. 
Blest  the  possessor !  "  —  I  clasped  the  prize 

As  an  infant  clasps  a  flame. 
But  then  the  bright  Vision  vanished ; 

A  night-bell  smote  the  air ; 
And  I  stood  alone  in  the  garden  dark 

On  the  pathway  bleak  and  bare. 

All  around  me  the  numberless  blossoms 

Danced  with  a  cheerless  mirth. 
I  looked  in  their  hearts  for  the  heavenly  Light 

That  never  was  seen  on  earth. 
And  I  saw  in  the  heart  of  a  lily 

Some  faintest  trace  remain 
Of  the  Light  men  seek  in  their  own  dim  hearts 

And  the  world's  wide  heart  in  vain. 

I  have  marred  the  soft,  sweet  secret 
In  the  rude,  cold  speech  of  man. 

It  bubbled  away  like  a  laugh  of  joy 
In  the  shade  of  the  woodlands  wan. 


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But,  alas  !  the  poor  dreamer  is  tongueless, 

Nor  can  bare  his  soul  in  words ; 
He  wanders   with   his   flute   through   the    forest 

calm, 
And  plays  to  the  hearkening  birds. 

WILLIAM  A.  LEAHY,  '88. 


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THE   COMING   OF  THE   STORM 

\VHAT  darkens  in  the  west? 

(Hark,  how  the  gulls  are  calling!) 
The  spread  black  hand  of  the  storm 

That  grows  with  the  twilight's  falling. 

What  gathers  in  the  east? 

(Hark,  how  the  beaches  rattle  !) 
The  march  of  the  columned  clouds 

That  gather  to  the  battle. 

Dark  and  slow,  row  on  row, 

The  ranks  of  the  east  assemble, 
And  under  their  line  the  sea's  ranks  shine, 

And  the  long  shores  quake  and  tremble. 

The  swift  scud  streams,  the  white  foam  gleams, 

And  fierce  shall  the  onset  be ; 
And  God  be  his  help  that  strives  to-night 

With  the  armies  of  the  sea. 

Black  ridges  with  white,  mad  manes, 

Beaches  that  roar  and  rattle, 
And  a  wind  that  ranges  the  wild  sea-line, 

Driving  the  waves  to  battle. 

HERBERT  BATES,  '90. 


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CHRIST   CHURCH 

VyLD  wooden   church,  with   tower  square  and 

low, — 

Playground  and  graveyard  meeting  at  thy  gate,  — 
Standing  these  hundred  years  inviolate, 
Alone  unmoved  amid  the  world's  swift  flow ; 
Beneath  thy  shade  the  playful  children  grow, 
And  youths,  in  silent  prayer,  oft  contemplate 
The  sober  thoughts  thy  cross  or  chimes  relate : 
How  God  is  real  within  this  world  of  show ; 
All  else  hath  changed  since  men  first  raised  thy 

walls, 

But  through  the  fleeting  years,  unaltered  still, 
Its  message  to  mankind  thy  presence  gives ; 
The  truth  to  minds  of  all  who  pass  recalls 
That  time  destroys  all  works  of  human  skill, 
And  God,  alone  unchanged,  eternal  lives. 

CHAUNCEY  H.  BLODGETT,  '92. 


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WHEN   DARKNESS   FALLS 

AF  this  be  sleep, 

Sit  by  me  while  I  sleep  ;  if  this  be  death, 
No  mortal  power  may  stay  the  fading  breath ; 
But  stay  thou  by  me,  be  it  sleep  or  death. 

If  this  be  sleep, 

When  I  awake,  I  fain  would  see  thee  by. 
Watch  thou  my  bed  with  thine  unsleeping  eye, 
And  take  my  hand  in  thine  when  I  awake. 

If  this  be  death, 

Speed  thou  my  soul  upon  thy  steady  prayer ; 
If  this  be  death,  I  go  I  know  not  where. 
Oh,  stay  thou  by  me,  be  it  sleep  or  death. 

ROBERT  PALFREY  UTTER,  '98. 


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EASTER   MORNING 

A  WAITED  for  the  day  with  anxious  dread ; 
"  Shall  darkness  triumph  o'er  the  light?"  I  said; 
But  as  I  spoke  the  solemn  silence  thrilled 
With  joyous  song  that  night's  vast  portals  filled. 

The  depths  of  gloom  denied  the  coming  morn. 
My  soul  was  sick  with  fear  till  day  was  born. 
But  when  from  eastern  bondage  burst  the  sun, 
I  felt  within  that  victory  was  won. 

The  sterile  air  grew  rich  with  heaven-sent  lays; 
They  filled  my  heart,  that  almost  burst  with  praise, 
For  then  I  knew  the  bitter  days  were  past ; 
I  saw  the  triumph  of  the  light  at  last ! 

J.  D.  BARRY,  '88. 


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TO   GERTRUDE 

A  HOU  standest  upon  the  threshold  of  the  day, 

Still  dancing  in  the  sunlight  of  the  morn ; 

Thy  sky  is  clear,  the  blue  of  it  untorn 
By  any  cloud  of  past  or  future  gray. 
Thy  childhood  plucks  thee  back,  thy  hopes  away 

To  the  green  distance  of  thy  fancy  born ; 

Thy  laughs  are  long,  thy  sorrow  quickly  shorn,  — 
Thou  art  an  April  peeping  into  May. 

So  be  thou  ever  !    Twine  thy  childish  past 

Of  simple  thought  so  strongly  to  each  thought 

Of  now  and  of  to-morrow,  that  thou  hast 

A  life  unbroken,  e'en  a  daisy  chain, 

Binding  thy  was,  thy  is,  thy  shall,  self-wrought, 

Ever  to  lead  thee  back  and  on  again. 

EDWARD  G.  KNOBLAUCH,  '96. 


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SAILOR'S  REQUIEM 

\\RAP  him  in  his  hammock  shroud ; 

Heavy  shotted  let  it  be. 
Gently  lift  him  overside, 

Lower  to  the  waiting  sea. 

Alike  to  him  are  listless  calm 

And  the  fiercest  storm  that  blows ; 

Southern,  fever-dealing  suns, 
Northern  seas  of  ice  and  snows. 

Never  shall  the  vexing  waves 

Waken  him  again  from  sleep, 
Sinking,  sinking  slowly  down, 

Through  the  dayless,  nightless  deep. 

Mourn  him  not  as  one  that 's  lost ; 

He  was  cradled  by  the  wave ; 
Home  for  him  was  on  the  sea, 

And  the  sea  should  be  his  grave. 

PERCY  ADAMS  HUTCHISON,  '99. 


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EFFORT 

JL  HE   way   is   steep ;    high   hangs   the   laurel 

wreath ; 

It  is  the  height  that  makes  it  worth  the  try. 

What  boots  attainment?     In  the  striving  lie 

The  sole  rewards.     Fight  onward  with  set  teeth  ! 

Though   swift    the   treadmill    ground    may   slip 

beneath, 
Fight  on  !     Thy  blows  have  paid  thee  as  they 

fly; 

They  have  been  dealt,  and  that  must  satisfy. 
Then  let  thy  sword  be  stranger  to  its  sheath ! 

Though  'neath  the  rainbow's  tip  no  treasure-pot 
Shall  flash  its  golden  welcome  at  the  last, 
When   from  the   sky  the    phantom   long   has 
passed, 

When  the  vain  dreams  that  led  thee  are  forgot, 
Across  a  chasm  men's  sons  shall  look  aghast, 

And  say,  "  He  leapt  this,"  —  and  shall  mark  the 

spot. 

JOHN  ALBERT  MACY,  '99. 


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A   SEA   DREAM 

.1  HE  summer  sunset  sheds  its  glow 

Upon  the  changing  sea ; 
The  surging  waters  ebb  and  flow 
And  bear  their  song  to  me. 

And  far  away,  against  the  sky, 
Their  white  sails  listless  spread, 

The  stately  ships  move  slowly  by 
Across  the  sunset  red. 

I  love  to  watch  at  eventide 

The  evanescent  fires 
That  light  the  cloudland  far  and  wide 

With  minarets  and  spires ; 

To  hear  the  dark,  deep  billows  roll 

And  break  upon  the  shore, 
To  feel  their  echo  in  the  soul 

That  throbs  their  burden  o'er. 

For  then  the  world  grows  dim  and  high, 

Those  nobler  fancies  rise 
That  bear  me  toward  that  hidden  sky 

Where  love  and  duty  lies. 
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I  cross  the  threshold  of  the  night 

In  gems  of  glory  wrought ; 
The  stars  pale  in  the  wondrous  light 

Sprung  from  the  depths  of  thought. 

The  wind  sighs  on  the  sullen  sea ; 

My  vision  fades  to  air. 
The  clouds  break  wide  with  motion  free, 

And  peace  is  everywhere. 

PERCY  Louis  SHAW,  '97. 


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MY   HERITAGE 

1  WOULD  dwell  in  stately  halls 

Where  my  fathers  dwelt  before ; 
But  the  house  where  the  poor  man  lived 

Is  known  to  earth  no  more. 
I  would  walk  the  selfsame  streets 

Where  my  fathers  once  were  known ; 
But  the  path  which  the  wanderer  trod 

Has  no  memorial  stone. 
But  I  read  the  grand  old  books, 

And  dream  the  grand  old  dreams, 
Till  the  beauty  of  life  flashes  out 

And  illumines  my  path  with  its  beams. 
These  books  are  the  stately  halls 

Which  my  fathers  once  possessed, 
And  the  heritage  I  hold 

Is  the  dream  within  my  breast ! 

RAYMOND  L.  WEEKS,  '90. 


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LOVE   IN  TWILIGHT 

1.VJ.Y  love  is  like  an  even  star, 
Sweet  glory  in  a  purple  gloaming. 

No  spangled  gem,  no  golden  spar 

My  love  is ;  like  an  even  star,  — 

An  hope  to  heal  when  doubts  do  mar, 
And  guerdon  of  a  long  day's  roaming. 

My  love  is  like  an  even  star, 

Sweet  glory  in  a  purple  gloaming. 

F.  W.  C.  HERSEY,  '99. 


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THE  VOICE   OF  THE  WEST  WIND 

1  HE  Wind  of  the  East  and  the  Wind  of  the 

North 
From  the  gates  of  the  Sun  and  the  Cold  blow 

forth ; 

They  wander  wide  and  they  wander  free, 
But  never  a  word  do  they  speak  to  me. 
I  hear  but  the  voice  I  know  the  best, 
Of  my  brother-in-blood,  the  Wind  of  the  West; 
And    the   word    that    the   West  Wind   whispers 

me 
Is  a  message,  Heart  of  my  heart,  for  thee. 

Heart  of  my  heart,  when  the  skies  hang  low, 

And  all  day  long  the  light  winds  blow, 

When  the  South,  and  the  East,  and  the  North 

are  gray, 

And  the  soft  rain  falls  through  the  autumn  day, 
Then,  Light  of  my  soul,  canst  thou  not  hear 
The  voice  of  the  West  Wind,  soft  and  clear? 


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"  Come,"  he  whispers,  and  "  Come,"  again, 
Leave  the  dull  skies  and  the  steady  rain, 
Leave  thou  the  lowlands  and  chill  gray  sea, 
Heart  of  my  own  heart,  and  come  with  me. 

ROBERT  PALFREY  UTTER,  '98. 


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AT    DAWN 

.1  HE  burden  of  the  slaying  of  a  king : 
One  hour  he  woke  before  the  day-dawning, 
And  saw  the  faint  sky  whiten  and  the  torn 
Rack  of  the  storm  across  the  front  of  morn, 
And  he  alone  in  darkness ;  for  his  bride, 
New-wed  at  eve,  was  vanished  from  his  side 
And  all  the  house  in  silence  as  of  death. 
Then  wakened  sudden  as  the  wind's  great  breath 
A  sound  of  swift  feet  hurrying,  —  flashing  swords 
In  the  dim  doorways ;  eyes  of  angry  lords 
Silent  and  stern  for  slaying.     And  she  stood 
Midmost  among  them,  clad  in  red  like  blood 
And  gold  as  flame  for  burning,  with  keen  eyes 
Cold  as  the  portals  of  the  pale  sunrise ; 
Nor  any  spoke  a  word,  but,  one  by  one, 
They  strode  unto  him,  and  the  deed  was  done 
Swift,  silent  as  God's  vengeance.    Last,  she  came 
And  stood  by  him,  and  spoke  one  single  name, 
Her  lover's,  slain  at  eve  by  his  command. 
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She  bade  them  thence,  and  followed,  leaving  there 
The  dead  king  lying,  all  his  uncrowned  hair 
Moist  from  the  blood  of  many  wounds  yet  warm, 
While  all  the  dawn  roared  with  the  rising  storm. 

HERBERT  BATES,  '90. 


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ROSES 


O 


'N  the  beach  she  lingered  idly, 

'Neath  the  mossy  headland's  lee, 
Looking  out  across  the  water. 
Ah,  but  she  was  fair  to  see ; 
Roses  nestled  in  her  hair, 

"  Red  for  him  and  white  for  me." 

When  the  last  farewell  was  spoken 
These  the  parting  words  he  said  : 

"  Meet  me  at  the  shore  returning ; 
Wear  the  roses  on  your  head 

'Mid  your  bonny  raven  tresses, 
White  for  you,  for  me  the  red." 

Day  by  day  the  summer  lengthened, 
Faded  into  autumn  drear; 

Day  by  day,  bedecked  with  roses, 
Waited  still  the  maiden  here, 

Till  at  last  hope  died  within  her 
And  she  ceased  to  watch  and  fear. 


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Spring  was  redolent  with  blossoms 
As  they  bore  her  to  the  sea, 

And  to  rest  they  gently  laid  her 
'Neath  the  mossy  headland's  lee ; 

On  her  grave  they  planted  roses, 
"  Red  for  him  and  white  for  me." 

C.    HUNNEMAN,    '89. 


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THE    GULL 

JL  HE  wild-eyed,  savage  gull  with  bowed  wing 

tips 

The  white,  flat  surface  of  the  misty  sea ; 
Or  stooping  in  the  wind-trod,  hollow  wave 
Reels  upward  straight,  hangs  quivering,  his  whole 

self 

Intent,  and  breaks  the  surface  like  a  bolt. 
This  spirit  of  the  ocean  mystery 
Sweeps  by  in  silence  on  the  noisy  scud, 
Or  cuts  across  the  borders  of  the  storm, 
A  flash  of  horrid  white ;  with  beating  wings 
Struggles  in  futile,  royal  wrath  against 
The  armed  battalions  of  a  mighty  wind, 
And  beaten,  leaps  aloft  upon  the  storm 
To  ride  in  fury  down  the  conquering  gale. 
Away,  thou  symbol  of  my  own  gray  thoughts ! 
Whenever  from  the  heaven  of  weary  hopes 
The  clouds  run  low  in  the  palely  flowing  sky; 
Whenever  from  the  world  of  the  unachieved 
The  mists  mount  up  to  meet  the  drooping  cloud, 
And  I  between  them  fail,  —  't  is  thou  I  see, 


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Thou  dreadful  emblem  of  my  darker  life. 
Thou  art  no  child  of  sunlight,  for  indeed, 
Whether  beneath  some  purple  summer  eve 
Thou  weariest  thy  way  into  the  west, 
Or  in  the  winter  on  the  frozen  bay 
Standest  erect,  a  white,  mad,  ravened  king, 
Life-banished  by  the  ice,  thou  art  the  same, 
Grim,  busy  with  thyself,  hard,  gloomy,  wild. 

P.  H.  SAVAGE,  '93. 


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THE   LOST   PLEIAD 

THOU,  who   from  the  happy  realms   and 

bright 

Hast  vanished  into  traceless  depths  and  dark, 
Where  none  thy  dread  and  icy  path  may  mark 
Amid  the  boundless  terrors  of  the  night; 
Wherefore    has    God    sent   on   thee   such   drear 

blight? 

Poor  star,  o'ershadowed  as  a  hopeless  heart; 
Poor  star,  unheeded  as  a  broken  dart, 
That  spent  unwatched  astray  its  destined  flight. 
Nay,  rather,  as  some  arrow  of  the  chase, 

From  God's  sure  hand  thou  cam'st,  and  now 

again 
He   sends   thee  where    no    hope  thy  path  may 

trace, 

In  sad  and  cold  eclipse  awhile,  and  then 
Maybe  he  shall  recall  thee  to  our  sight, 
To  shine  at  last  forever  in  his  light. 

H.  S.  SANFORD,  '88. 


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O    MY   BELOVED 

i 

A  HUNGER  infinite  doth  cry 

From  out  my  empty  soul  for  thee ; 

Thy  love  alone  can  satisfy 

The  aching  want  that  tortures  me 
And  wastes  my  life  in  poverty. 

0  my  Beloved,  I  had  thought 

By  many  a  path  to  come  to  thee ; 
Through  wanderings  weary  I  have  sought 
To  find  thy  home,  where  it  may  be, 
And  in  thine  heart  my  name  to  see. 

1  wander  lonely  in  the  night, 

I  shiver  naked  in  the  cold ; 
Thy  love  my  shelter  is  and  light. 

O  God  !  my  suppliant  hands  behold 
The  while  my  eager  prayer  is  told. 

I  pray,  Beloved,  not  for  days 

Unmeasured  by  the  ageless  sun, 
But  on  life's  sea  of  warring  ways 


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To  know  thy  holy  will  is  done, 
And  every  fight  for  thee  is  won. 

Then  joy  !     To  rest  in  thy  great  soul, 
To  know  my  life  divine  must  be, 

And  as  thy  full  waves  o'er  me  roll 
With  flood  of  peace  or  misery, 
To  know,  O  God,  they  come  from  thee. 

So,  soft  to  die,  and  in  thy  love 

To  rest  as  on  th'  embosoming  sea, 

With  nothing  round,  below,  above, 
But  thy  great  heart  enfolding  me, 
And  so  to  sleep  eternally. 

O  my  Beloved,  not  for  bliss 

Of  endless  life  in  worlds  to  be, 

Nor  yet  for  earthly  joy  in  this 

My  heart  most  hungers,  but  for  thee, 
Whose  love  alone  is  life  to  me. 

Yet  it  were  sweet,  O  Love  Divine, 
At  dawn  of  fresh  eternity 

To  feel  thy  life  enfolding  mine, 

To  wake  from  death,  immortal,  free, 
And  lose  yet  find  myself  in  thee. 


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ii 

O  Love  !     O  Life  !     So  near  thou  art 
I  need  not  seek  afar  for  thee, 

Lo,  in  the  pantings  of  my  heart, 
Thy  present  spirit  gives  to  me 
Thy  love —  for  long  eternity  ! 

CHARLES  T.  SEMPERS,  '88. 


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CONTRAST 

OTRANGE   mingling  here  of  laughter  and  of 

tears, 

Of  light  and  shade,  of  sunshine  and  of  rain, 
Of  love  and  trust,  and  falterings  and  fears, 
Of  rue  and  heartsease,  pleasure  and  of  pain. 
The  greening  blade  cradles  the  yellow  leaf, 
The  earth  lies  brown  and  warm  beneath  the  snow ; 
Bright  joy  is  nurtured  in  the  lap  of  grief, 
Swiftly  our  sorrows  come  and  swiftly  go. 
We  stand  a  moment  on  this  changing  verge, 
This  little  rim  of  brightness,  set  between 
The  unknown,  darksome  wastes.    One  rising  surge, 
Then  we  pass  on,  from  unseen  to  unseen, 
Out  of  the  night,  o'ershadowing  the  To-Be, 
Into  the  morning  of  Eternity. 

SEVER  B.  BUCK,  '98. 


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"IN   MEMORIAM  " 

JL  O-NIGHT,  when  chill  winds  tear  away 
From  shivering  bough  the  pallid  leaf, 
I  think  of  him  who  sang  in  grief, 
"  Our  little  systems  have  their  day ; 

"  They  have  their  day  and  cease  to  be." 
He  is  not  dead,  but  aye  shall  give 
Pure,  tuneful  solace ;  he  shall  live, 

The  beacon  of  a  century. 

GEORGE  PHILBROOK,  '94. 


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TO   A  TRAVELLER 

OOME  hearts  there  are  that  see  afar 

The  goal  toward  which  they  wend ; 
Some  souls  have  sight  to  mark  the  light 

That  shows  the  journey's  end ; 
But  some  must  still  strive  to  fulfil 

What  each  day  sets  before, 
Content  to  find  there  waits  behind 

Each  task  a  duty  more. 

And  who  shall  say  that  knows  the  way, 

That  those  who  travel  slow 
May  not  win  much  that  passes  such 

As  see  where  they  shall  go  ? 
Perhaps  there  lies  another  prize 

That  may  outshine  this  star, 
And  he  who  waits  may  know  the  Fates 

And  see  them  as  they  are. 

RUPERT  S.  HOLLAND,  1900. 


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THE   SONG  OF    THE    SAILOR'S    DEATH 

VyH,  the  canny,  canny  landsman, 
When  the  wind  howls  loud,  says  he : 

"  'T  is   good    to    abide    at   your   own    hearth- 
side 
When  the  storm  is  on  the  sea." 

And  the  wandering  sailor's  canny  wife 

With  the  bairns  about  her  knee, 
Says,  "  Would  your  daddy  were  safe  at  home, 

When  the  storm  is  on  the  sea." 

But  man  must  die ;  and  so,  say  I, 

What  use  to  bide  at  home? 
There  's  danger  there  as  sure  and  sair 

As  on  the  deep  sea  foam. 

T  is  dull  to  die  an  idle  death, 

And,  waste  with  misery, 
For  days  in  bed  to  lie  as  dead, 

E'er  the  suffering  soul  pass  free. 


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Give  me  to  die  on  the  salt,  salt  sea, 

And  go,  like  a  sailor  brave, 
On  the  gale  to  my  death  by  God's  own  breath, 

To  a  deep  and  unmarked  grave. 

Give  me  to  go  with  the  gale  in  my  teeth, 

Down  to  my  tossing  grave ; 
When  his  hour  is  come,  at  sea  or  home, 

No  power  a  man  can  save. 

And  it  needs  not  to  sing  me  the  Passing  Song, 

It  needs  not  to  greet  for  me ; 
The  God  of  Heaven  shall  speed  my  soul, 

For  He  broodeth  on  the  sea. 

ROBERT  PALFREY  UTTER,  '98. 


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STORM  SONG 

W  HEN  the  bar  with  surf  is  ringing, 

And  the  seas  are  pitching  high ; 
When  the  gull  the  wave  is  winging, 
And  the  gray  clouds  sheet  the  sky,  — 

Then  the  drowned  men  chant  their  dirges, 

Risen  from  their  restless  sleep ; 
Then  they  toss  between  the  surges ; 

Then  they  whistle  o'er  the  deep. 

Storm-beat  sailors,  homeward  crawling, 
See  a  face  they  long  thought  dead, 

Hear  a  dead  man  calling,  calling, 
See  his  weed-entangled  head. 

Such  a  night  Death's  spell  is  blighted, 

And  his  prisoners  all  set  free. 
Then  they  dance,  by  watch-fire  lighted ; 

Then  they  howl,  and  roam  the  sea. 

CLARENCE  S.  HARPER,  Sp. 


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A   FRIEND 

A  HY  face,  my  friend,  is  graven  on  my  heart, 
Traced  by  the  ringer  of  that  Wingless  Love 
That  draws  a  man  unto  his  friend  with  bonds 
Not  lightly  to  be  sundered. 

Still  I  sit 

Beneath  the  single  lamp's  well-tempered  glow ; 
I  hear  the  roaring  of  the  tameless  night, 
The  rattle  of  the  unencountered  latch, 
But  thou  art  gone.     Thy  place  beneath  our  lamp 
Is  empty ;  and  my  life  is  empty,  too. 
Men  come  and  go,  and  for  some  little  space 
They  call  me,  friend,  unweening  what  they  say ; 
But  thou  art  gone,  and  still  I  sit  alone. 
The  book  slips  from  my  hand,  and  to  mine  eyes, 
Weary  and  dim  with  pages  turned  in  vain, 
A  vision  rises  of  thy  kindly  face 
Smiling  with  tranquil  strength  into  my  face. 
My  heart  is  filled  with  a  strange  sense  of  hope, 
My  hand  goes  forth  to  touch  thee. 

Thou  art  gone. 


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The  small,  sharp  crackling  of  thine  empty  chair 
Brings  back  the  cruel  sense  of  loneliness, 
For  thou  art  gone  indeed,  and  I  alone 
Must  bear  my  burden  to  the  hopeless  end. 

GAILLARD  THOMAS  LAPSLEY,  '93 


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FUTURITY 

J_>IKE  the  reflection  on  the  window-glass 
Of  scenes  and  objects  which  around  us  pass, 
The  present  seems ;  while  through  its  image  dim 
Night,  like  the  future,  forms  one  shapeless  mass. 

H.  H.  FURNESS,  JR.,  '88. 


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THE  VIRGIN    PRAIRIE 

SILENT  sea  of  solid  swells  and  crests, 
Across  whose  barren  wastes  the  flight  of  time 
Has  passed  with  noiseless  wings,  and  left  no  sign 

Of  human  habitation;  no  bequests 

Of  beauty,  culture,  art,  or  native  grace. 

This  swelling  ridge  of  earth  on  which  I  stand,  — 

A  single  wave  of  one  vast  rolling  land, 

That  meets  my  gaze  where'er  I  turn  my  face. 

A  soundless,  treeless  wilderness :  it  seems 

Fresh  from  the  hand  of  God,  without  the  stain 
Of  human  sin  and  suffering  and  shame,  — 

A  land  of  future  promise  and  of  dreams. 
Now,  like  mid-ocean,  it  appears  to  me 
Only  a  type  of  God's  immensity. 

HARRISON  J.  HOLT,  '98. 


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WIND  VOICES 

JL  HE  wind  comes  roaring,  roaring,  love, 

Across  the  bay  and  river ; 
Before  its  chilling  blasts,  I  see 

The  oak-trees  bend  and  shiver. 
Then  bind  me  closer  with  thy  love, 

And  weave  thy  bonds  the  stronger, 
Lest  o'er  the  stormy,  wintry  sea 

Thy  love  again  should  wander. 

I  mind  me  of  a  Northern  land, 

The  sturdy  ship  that  bore  me, 
The  wondrous  ways,  the  unknown  shores, 

That  opened  out  before  me. 
I  mind  me  of  the  raging  storm, 

The  terror  of  the  sea, 
The  precious  treasure  of  thy  love, 

That  bound  my  heart  to  thee. 

List,  how  the  wind  is  roaring,  love ; 

On  high  the  gulls  are  flying. 
List,  how  the  sea  is  growling,  love ; 

The  winter  day  is  dying. 


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Then  bind  me  closer  with  thy  love, 

And  hold  me  ever  nearer. 
Dear  is  the  voice  of  winter  winds ; 

Thy  love,  sweet  heart,  is  dearer. 

S.  C.  BRACKETT,  '91. 


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WATER-LILIES 

OOFTLY  under  bending  willows, 
Mirrored  in  the  stream  below, 

I  will  float  with  silent  paddle 
Down  to  where  the  lilies  blow. 

Softest  breezes  stir  the  willows ; 

Whisper  all  the  rushes  there, 
"  Nowhere  else  on  lake  or  streamlet 

Grow  the  lilies  half  so  fair. 

"  Once  there  came  the  old  king's  daughter 

Plucking  lilies  in  this  place ; 
Never  in  her  father's  castle 

Afterwards  was  seen  her  face. 

"  We,  the  secret-whispering  rushes, 

Know  that  she  forever  dwells 
With  the  nixies  of  the  water, 

Bound  forever  in  their  spells. 


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"  In  the  lilies'  golden  petals 
You  may  see  her  floating  hair, 

And  her  breath  conies  through  the  water 
When  the  lilies  scent  the  air." 

EBERLY  HUTCHINSON,  '95. 


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THE   SINGER 


Ui 


PON  the  world's  averted  ear, 

You  say,  all  music  falls  amiss 
Except  discordant  clink  of  gold : 

Dead  are  Shaksperian  harmonies ; 
The  finer  Grecian  sense  is  lost, 

And  all  our  thoughts  are  dull  and  cold. 

You  sit  with  silent  voice  and  hold 
In  careless  hand  your  silent  lute. 

Because,  forsooth,  the  world  is  deaf 
Think  you  the  singer  must  be  mute  ? 

For  shame  !  take  up  your  lute  and  sing ; 

The  voice  repays  the  trembling  string. 
A  hundred  thousand  listening  ears 

Could  add  no  sweetness  to  your  song; 
Its  tone  lies  not  with  him  who  hears, 

Nor  is  the  careless-seeming  world 
So  wholly  deaf;  no  lofty  strain 

Was  ever  yet  entirely  lost, 
No  sweet  note  ever  struck  in  vain. 

ROBERT  HIGGINSON  FULLER,  '88. 


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RIZPAH 

loved  them,  her  dead  sons,  her  fallen  pair: 
She  spread  her  sackcloth  on  the  naked  rock, 
And  she  sat  by  them,  mindless  of  the  shock 
Of  summer  heat;  and  kept  the  birds  of  air 
Afar  by  day,  and  all  the  night  her  care 
To  chase  away  the  hungry,  gnawing  flock 
Of  prowling  beasts.     And  who  would  wish  to 

mock 

At  Rizpah  as  she  watched  them  rotting  there? 
She  watched  because  she  loved  them  even  then. 
And  is  there  one  spreads  not  his  robe  of  sorrow 

Upon  the  rock  where  death  in  life  begins, 
By  his  dead  deeds  ?     We  watch,  O  sons  of  men, 
To  stay  the  teeth  of  Time  one  more  to-morrow 
From  rotting,  but  belov'd,  dead  sons  or  sins. 

Louis  How,  '95. 


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DREAMS 

J—/EAVE  me  my  dreams.     Let  others  wake  and 

weep 
To  toil  with  fruit  or  folly,  and  to  heap 

Vain  hours  with  striving  for  what  shall  not  be. 
T&eirs,  love  —  and  tears,  and  life — and  sometime 
sleep. 

My  dreams  for  me. 

Leave  me  my  dreams.    The  rest  of  shadowy  hills, 
The  lull  of  winds,  the  warmth  that  floods  and  fills 

The  scented  silence  of  the  noontide  bowers, 
The  rippling  symphony  of  birds  and  rills 
In  sunlit  hours. 

Leave  me  my  dreams.     Warm  lips  that  grow  not 

cold, 
Soft  eyes  unaging,  hair  of  fadeless  gold, 

Strong  love  unchanging  with  the  altering  years, 
Made  sweet  with  myriad  kisses  many-fold, 
Unwet  with  tears. 
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Leave  me  my  dreams.     High   lives  and   hopes 

unslain, 
A  little  fruit  unruined  of  the  rain, 

A  little  love  to  brighten  hours  that  be 
And  blind  the  aching,  passionate  eyes  of  pain. 

My  dreams  for  me. 

HERBERT  BATES,  '90 


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IN  THE  MIST 


O 


'VER  us  both  the  mist  fell  fast; 

Afar  the  bells  were  ringing ; 
And  the  sound  of  the  surf  came  floating  past 
Over  the  ocean  deep  and  vast, 

Like  the  voice  of  a  mermaid  singing. 

Over  the  ocean  vast  and  deep 

Ghost-like  the  shades  came  flying; 

With  dreamy  eyes  we  watched  them  sweep ; 

And  the  world  seemed  lulled  to  a  gentle  sleep 
While  the  wind  and  the  waves  were  sighing. 

Onward  we  rocked  like  a  phantom  ship, 

Thoughtlessly,  dreamily  sailing ; 
Watching  our  anchor  rise,  and  dip 
Into  the  surge  with  its  armored  tip 

As  the  light  of  the  day  was  paling. 

A  single  gull  with  silvery  breast 

Like  a  sprite  by  the  clouds  was  roaming, 
And  through  the  mist  in  the  white-robed  west, 
With  one  pale  star  in  her  nether  crest, 
The  moon  peered  into  the  gloaming. 


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The  pale  new  moon  hung  in  the  sky, 

A  halo  round  her  glowing ; 
And  still  we  floated  gently  by, 
Hearing  the  waters  moan  and  sigh, 
Restlessly,  fitfully  flowing. 

PERCY  Louis  SHAW,  '97. 


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THE   NOBLER  LIGHT 

VV  ITH  all  the  soul  within  me  and  suppressed 
Before  the  sunset,  heard  I,  and  confessed, 
A  breath  of  God  from  out  the  whispered  hand 
Held  o'er  the  lips  of  the  great  speaking  west. 

Heard  it  and  all  the  soul  within  me  burned ; 
Heard  it  and  wondered  at  the  secret  learned; 
And  all  the  busy  accidents  of  life 
Have  taken  it,  and  it  has  ne'er  returned. 

So  once  to  every  serf  and  every  king 
Wide  open  do  the  doors  of  heaven  swing : 
He  will  not  enter ;  but  the  choice  is  his 
To  see  a  nobler  light  on  everything. 

P.  H.  SAVAGE,  '93. 


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A  FUTURE   RETROSPECT 

VvHEN  all  the  world  is  cold,  dear  heart, 

And  all  the  skies  are  furled, 
We  two  shall  look  from  heaven's  own  gate 

Down  on  the  empty  world. 
Dear  heart,  the  sorrow  and  the  pain 

Shall  never  grieve  us  then ; 
And  we  shall  smile  as  we  look  down, 

Half  weep,  then  smile  again. 

Our  thoughts  shall  such  soft  pathos  have 

As  when  a  man  shall  come, 
From  wandering  of  many  years, 

Back  to  a  silent  home,  — 
Like  sunshine  on  a  vacant  hearth, 

And  ashes  gray  and  cold, 
And  ghostly  squares  upon  the  wall 

Where  portraits  were  of  old. 

ROBERT  PALFREY  UTTER,  '98. 


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THE   BURIAL   OF   ALARIC 

IS  night ;  't  is  night.     The  pale  moonlight, 

How  fitfully  it  gleams ; 
The  willows  nod ;  the  golden-rod, 
O'ercome  with  sleep,  droops  toward  the  sod 

In  vague  and  restless  dreams. 

And  to  the  skies,  the  river  sighs 

With  sad  and  dreary  note ; 
And  on  its  breast  the  golden  stars 
Seem  changed  to  long  and  brilliant  bars 

That  idly  rock  and  float. 

Say  canst  thou  hear,  afar,  anear, 

The  tramp  of  armed  men  ? 
And  canst  thou  hear  the  bugle's  call, 
Its  trembling  echoes  rise  and  fall, 

Till  all  grows  still  again  ? 

Busentum's  tide,  though  swift  and  wide, 
Turned  from  its  course  must  be ; 


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Through  other  fields  its  waves  must  pour 
Adown  the  long  and  sandy  shore 
Into  the  silent  sea. 

A  tomb,  a  tomb  in  dark  and  gloom 

Beneath  the  river  bed, 
They  make  for  him,  their  proudest  boast 
Who  led  their  wild  and  varied  host. 

King  Alaric  is  dead. 

Ten  thousand  slaves  with  heavy  breath 

His  lonely  grave  prepare. 
In  dismal  tone  the  waters  moan ; 
A  gull  sails  by,  alone,  alone 

Upon  the  midnight  air. 

The  task  is  done  ere  morning  sun ; 

With  slow  and  measured  tread 
They  bear  him  on,  nor  tear,  nor  sound ; 
With  spearheads  turned  toward  the  ground 

In  honor  to  the  dead. 

They  lay  him  low ;  the  moon's  bright  glow 

Fades  down  into  the  West ; 
The  furious  waves  roll  back  again. 
They  kill  the  slaves ;  and  sadly  then 

They  leave  him  to  his  rest. 


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'T  is  morn ;  't  is  morn.     How  drearily 

The  restless  breezes  moan ! 
The  waters  whisper  o'er  his  head : 
"  The  king,  the  king,  the  king  is  dead, 

His  sepulchre  unknown." 

PERCY  Louis  SHAW,  '97. 


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ATTAINMENT 

A  HROUGH  my  open  window  comes  the  sweet 

perfuming 

Of  roses  reddening  under  skies  of  June; 
No  sight  more  fair  than  roses  in  red  bloom, 
No  air  more  sweet  than  doth  the  rose  perfume ; 
And   yet  was   never  there   a   rose   but  died  in 

blooming. 

ALGERNON  TASSIN,  '92. 


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THE   SONG  OF  THE   SEA-SHELL 

JL  HROUGH  the  long  ages  of  infinite  sadness 

All  of  thy  song  is  a  still  endless  sigh. 
Hast   thou,   then,   never   known   aught   of  life's 

gladness  ? 
Canst  thou  not  breathe  me  one  joyous  reply? 

Tell  me,  thou  thing  from  the  depths  of  the  ocean, 
Tell  me  the  beauties  hid  under  the  wave,  — 

Sea  grasses  moving  in  rhythmical  motion, 

Cool   gliding   currents —     Nay,  mute   as   the 
grave, 

Save  for  the  song  that  thou  ever  art  singing, 
Save  for  the  breathings  that  ever  reply, 

Deep  melancholy  in  sweet  numbers  bringing, 
Song  of  the  ocean  that  lives  in  a  sigh. 

Through  these  long  ages  of  infinite  sadness 
All  of  thy  song  is  a  still  endless  sigh ; 

Never  an  accent  of  all  of  life's  gladness, 
Never  aught  else  than  thy  mournful  reply. 

JOHN  R.  CORBIN,  '92. 


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LOVE  AND   THE  VIOLETS 

W  HAT  is  it,  Love,  lives  in  the  violet, 
Or  rose,  or  laurestine,  that  makes  each  fair? 
Did  thy  soul,  journeying,  once  linger  there 
Among  those  petals?    Was  thy  soft  heart  set 
To  pulsate  in  those  changeful,  nameless  hues? 
Did  thy  breath  lend  them  fragrance,  thy  quick 

sighs 

Wet  their  reproachless,  sympathetic  eyes ; 
Thy   thoughts,    as    guiltless   then,   those    brows 

suffuse  ? 

Yes,  so  it  is ;  Thou  madest  all  their  worth, 
Thus  blessing  even  as  Thou  blessest  now 
Through  human  benediction.     Here,  beside 
The  way,  I  find  Thee,  and  wherever  Earth 
Holds  beauty  up  to  Heaven,  there,  I  vow, 
All  fairness  doth  of  thy  love's  grace  reside. 

TREADWELL  CLEVELAND,  JR.,  '96. 


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THE   DEPARTURE 

A  HE  skies  are  cold  and  hard ;  the  dead  lights 

trail 

On  the  long  hills ;  the  bitter  day  is  o'er. 
Closer  I  fold  my  cloak  against  the  gale ; 
For  I  return  no  more. 

No  more  !  the  vow  shall  not  be  reconciled  ; 

How  long,  how  bitter  was  the  day  I  bore  ! 
Enough  !  and  now  away  into  the  wild, 

Away,  to  turn  no  more. 

Surely  I  shadowed  on  the  coming  days 

Th'  embracing  trust  and  love  of  childish  lore ; 

For  now,  be  it  blame  I  leave  behind  or  praise, 
I  may  return  no  more. 

On,  on  !     How  long  the  way,  the  time  how  brief! 

Folly  to  linger  round  the  scene  of  yore  ! 
Away  with  memory,  and  the  memory's  grief; 

For  I  return  no  more. 


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I  ask,  can  ever  this  dark  night  pale  to  morn, 
And    has    yon    dubious    morrow    aught    in 
store  ? 

Or  shall  it  find  me  weary  and  forlorn, 
Who  can  return  no  more? 

If   then    the    night    grow    blacker    with    black 

cloud, 

And  sink  the  road  to  nothingness  before; 
If   break    the    heart ;    still    should    I    say,    "  I 

vowed, 
And  shall  return  no  more  "  ? 

If  then  I  madden,  if  I  yield,  and  yearn 

For    such    past    light    as    once    the   evening 
wore; 

And  if  it  come  to  death  or  to  return, 
Still  shall  I  turn  no  more? 

Some   voice   shall   guide   me   in   the   night  that 

falls, 

• 
Assure  that  I  shall  reach  the  further  shore, 

And    nerve    the    failing    heart,    while    still    it 

calls, 
"  On !  for  thou  turnest  no  more." 


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Then  on  !     Not  much  avails  the  will,  the  thought ; 

Abandonment  the  voice  of  reason  swore. 
What    recks    it,    then?     The    mould    of  Fate    is 

wrought; 
And,  lo !  I  turn  no  more. 

JOSEPH  TRUMBULL  STICKNEY,  '95. 


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MORN 

J.    LOVE   to  walk  against  the  yellow  light, 
The  lemon  yellow  of  the  first  daylight, 
When  clear  and  cold  above  the  frozen  earth 
The  white  sun  rises  far  down  to  the  right. 

And  then  to  think  of  life  is  very  sweet ; 
The  shackles  fall  and  drop  about  one's  feet ; 
And  in  the  clear  forgetfulness  of  morn 

It  seems  the  world  and  life  are  all  complete. 

'T  is  good  to  be  forgotten  and  forget ; 
To  look  upon  the  sun  and  so  beget 
A  golden  present  and  a  past  that 's  free, 
A  little  time  of  memory  and  regret. 

And  when  one  strikes  and  stumbles  on  a  stone, 
And  turns  to  find  the  winged  fancies  flown, 
Yet  through  the  passages  of  life  that  day 
Will  run  a  radiance  other  than  its  own. 

P.  H.  SAVAGE,  '93. 


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WORTH 

i 

1  DREAMT  about  the  temples  of  old  time, 
The  gray,  tremendous  pyramids,  the  towns 

Of  nations  fallen  from  their  mighty  prime, 

The  melancholy  sphinx  that  lonely  frowns 
Upon  the  quiet,  stretching  sand  that  drowns 

A  people  deep  as  doth  the  Dead  Sea's  slime, 

The  works  whereat  the  races  and  the  crowns 

Of  old    have   wrought  with   toil   and    craft   and 
crime. 

And  dreaming  thus,  I  knew  the  lot  of  man, 

His  paltriness  and  mould'ring  multitude, 
His  life,  its  vanity  and  little  span, 
How  all  his  grandest  works  are  but  the  food 

Of  time ;  then  heard  I  mournful  whisperings 
Of  an  eternal  tragedy  of  things. 

II 

I  saw  the  old  white  moon  above  the  trees 
That  shone  on  Adam  in  his  paradise, 
That  shines  on  the  everlasting  rise 

And  fall  of  realms  and  races,  lands  and  seas, 
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That  every  little  child  has  wailed  to  win, 
Whither  both  saint  and  sinner  turn  their  sight, 
Feeling  beneath  its  purity  of  light 

Their  universal  brotherhood  of  sin. 

I  saw  the  aged  moon,  whose  frosty  face 
Shines  softly  on  the  noble  and  the  vile, 

The  comic  and  the  gentle  and  the  grim, 
The  tragic  and  the  dingy  common-place, 
With  just  the  faintest  wrinkle  of  a  smile 
Traced  in  the  shadows  of  its  lower  rim. 

HENRY  B.  EDDY,  '94. 


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VENUS  AT  TWILIGHT 

HROUGH  vistas  soft  the  sunset  light 

Is  shining  faint  and  low ; 
Above  the  rose-clouds,  changing  white, 
Venus,  the  herald  of  the  night, 
Begins  to  glow. 

O  fairest  light  of  twilight  skies  ! 

Thy  beauty,  flaming  far, 
Burns  brighter  as  the  bright  day  dies, 
Lightening  the  dusk  that  round  thee  lies, 
Love's  guardian  star. 

Thy  orb,  above  the  falling  day 
Hung  like  a  spark  of  fire, 
'Twixt  light  and  darkness  set  midway, 
Shines  with  a  clear  unfaltering  ray 
Of  Love's  desire. 

Lower  must  thy  fair  light  decline, 

In  loveliness  to  set ; 
To  rise  on  other  lands  and  shine, 
Greeted  by  other  songs  than  mine, 

Eternal  yet. 

J.  H.  BOYNTON,  '90. 


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ADRIFT 

J.  HE  sun  is  down ;  my  spirit  drifts 

Afar  to  the  isles  of  sleep, 
Where  dim,  forgotten  mem'ries  pass, 
As  shadows  through  the  meadow-grass 

Away  o'er  the  drowsy  deep. 

I  hear  the  sound  of  dripping  oars, 
Beyond  in  the  red-rimmed  west; 

A  phantom  crew  is  by  my  side ; 

Their  rhythmic  song  steals  down  the  tide, 
To  die  in  a  sea  of  rest. 

Grand  melody  in  sweetest  tones 

That  blend  with  the  charmed  stream, 

Until  the  waters  cease  to  flow ; 

The  zephyr  bows  and  whispers  low ; 
I  doze  in  a  fancied  dream. 

Asleep  in  life,  asleep  in  death,  — 
Ah,  death  has  the  keener  knife. 


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Go,  mortal,  blunt  its  sharpest  blade 
With  stones  of  faith  thy  God  has  made : 
They  lie  at  the  gate  of  life. 

The  sun  is  down ;  my  spirit  drifts 

Afar  to  the  isles  of  sleep, 
Where  dim,  forgotten  mem'ries  pass, 
As  shadows  through  the  meadow-grass, 

Away  o'er  the  drowsy  deep. 

M.  F.  CARNEY,  '96. 


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THE   LOVER  AND   THE   DEAD 

"V 

JL  OU  bide  beyond  all  mortal  years ; 
Yet  if  I  pray  and  weep, 
May  one  not  break  the  barriers 
That  fast  your  presence  keep  ?  " 

The  Dead  feel  not  the  living  tears 
Nor  end  their  endless  sleep. 

"  O  Lady,  in  some  lonesome  lane 

I  oft  will  quickly  start 
And  think  I  see  you  once  again, 
Beloved  of  my  heart." 

You  turn  to  find  but  shifting  rain 
That  drives  the  boughs  apart. 

"  But  all  the  circling  days  we  knew 

So  with  this  day  inweaves 

It  seems  the  very  voice  of  you 

In  every  covert  grieves." 

*Tis  but  the  autumn  winds  that  rue 
The  dying  of  the  leaves. 

JOHN  MACK,  JR.,  '95. 


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THE   LITANY  OF  BATTLES 

JL  HE  cloud  of  war  turns  day  to  night ; 
The  beacons  flare  to  left,  to  right ; 
Heroes  lead  hero  hosts  to  fight. 
God  save  us  in  the  pain  of  death. 

Now  men  atone  for  guilt  with  guilt, 
Tear  down  the  temples  they  have  built, 
Spill  blood  for  wine  already  spilt. 
God  save  us  in  the  sins  of  death. 

We  know  not  if  we  rise  or  fall ; 
We  know  not  why  the  trumpets  call ; 
God,  make  us  know  thou  rulest  all. 
God  save  us  in  the  fear  of  death. 

If  we  be  brothers  bound  from  birth, 
Or  foemen  from  an  alien  earth, 
God  judge  us  lastly  worth  for  worth. 
God  save  us  in  the  chance  of  death. 


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If  there  be  war  beyond  the  grave, 
If  warrior  hands  shall  grasp  the  glaive, 
Shall  heroes  here  be  Heaven's  brave  ? 
God  save  us  in  the  doubt  of  death. 

Straight  past  the  battle  dragon's  jaw, 
Hard  fighting  up  the  path  of  law, 
We  scale  the  heights  our  fathers  saw. 
God  save  us  in  the  joy  of  death. 

JOHN  ALBERT  MACY,  '99. 


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HESPERUS 

IN  OW  night  is  come.     Aloft  the  western  sky 
The  evening  star  in  regal  splendor  shines. 
Deep  in  the  bosom  of  the  quiet  sea, 
Fitful,  uncertain,  roaming  here  and  there, 
Most  like  the  phantom  of  an  unsphered  star, 
Her  image  bears  her  ghost-like  company. 
And  when  the  night-wind  springs  from  out  the 

west, 

Moving  along  its  rippling  path  apace, 
Yonder  deep-floating  star  is  quickly  caught, 
And  shivered  to  a  thousand  glittering  gems 
To  strew  the  unknown  caverns  of  the  sea. 

JOHN  R.  CORE  IN,  '92. 


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A  FACE 

you  are  often  restless,  and  you  yearn, 
And  oft  have  doubts.     You  are  not  always  sure 
That  life  is  worth  much,  or  that  to  endure 
For  joys  all  fleeting,  wounds  that  ever  burn, 
Is  profitable.     Disillusioned,  stern, 
Play  on  your  part  with  manner  all  demure, 
Smile  when  you  should,  and  keep  that  fair  face 

pure 

From  any  trace  of  love  or  love's  return. 
But  I  prefer  —  perversely,  as  I  know,  — 
To  keep  my  old  illusions,  and  I  dare 
Think  men  still  human,  women  part  divine, 
For  untaught  me,  love's  roses  ever  blow ; 
Still  live  strong,  wholesome   friendships,  every- 
where ; 

And  slowly  life  grows  old  and  rich,  —  like  wine. 

BARTLETT  BROOKS,  1900. 


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DRIFTING 

.L/RIFTING  in  our  frail  canoe 
On  the  dusky,  silent  stream, 
Dearest,  see  !     The  sunset-gleam 

Fires  love's  torch  for  me  and  you. 

Coral  clouds  and  pearly  sky, 
Flaming  in  the  farthest  west, 
Softly  whisper  peace  and  rest, 

Peace  and  rest  that  never  die. 

Let  us  shun  the  sable  shore, 

Frowning  at  us  slipping  by. 

Let 's  be  happy,  you  and  I, 
Drifting,  drifting  evermore. 

H.  H.  CHAMBERLIN,  JR.,  '95. 


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WHITHER? 

/jLGNES,  thou  child  of  harmony,  now  fled 
From   scenes  once   bright-illumined  with   thy 

smile, 

So  innocent  and  kind,  free  from  the  guile 
Of  Orient  charm,  mysterious  and  dread,  — 
Where  shall  I  seek  thee,  maid?     Thou  art  not 

dead. 
No,  Nature's  heart  would  break,  count  all  else 

vile, 

Bereft  of  thee  e'en  for  a  little  while. 
Where  art  thou,  then  ?     Hast  to  the  violet  sped 
That  with  its  gentle  blue  bespeaks  thine  eye  ? 
To  rippling  stream,  the  echo  of  thy  voice  ? 
To  wooing  wind  that,  kissing,  says  '  Rejoice  ! ' 
Or  to  the  rose-bush  with  its  fainting  sigh, 
'  Ah  !  too  lovely  for  a  season  long  !  '  — 
Or,  art  thou  on  fair  angel  lips  a  song  ? 

PHILIP  BECKER  GOETZ,  '93. 


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SHAKSPERE 

IN  O  marvels  now  can  startle  my  belief: 

Tell  me  of  gods  that  scale  the  peaks  of  heaven 
To  scan  the  future  for  the  world's  relief; 

Of  Titans  old,  whose  grizzled  locks  are  riven 
By  the  cold-cutting  North ;  of  wanded  elves 

That  light  their  lanterns  by  the  evening  star ; 
Of  hunched    dwarfs,   whose   toil    the   mountain 
delves,  — 

Tell  of  all  these,  and  I  shall  vow  they  are. 
Or  speak  of  miracles,  and  I  shall  say 

Blind   eyes    may   drink   the   rainbow,   halting 

limbs 
Outfoot  fleet  Mercury,  and  ears  of  clay 

Thrill  in  delight  at  sound  of  seraph  hymns. 
All  wonders  now  have  my  credulity 
Since  —  wondrous  Shakspere  —  I  believe  in  thee. 
PERCY  WALLACE  MACKAYE,  '97. 


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LOVE  SONG 

'EAR  Love,  I  would  not  for  the  world 
That  you  were  other  than  you  are ; 
Far  rather  let  the  sky  be  furled 
And  quenched  each  sun  and  star. 

Your  tears  for  me  have  left  their  trace, 
And  care  its  record  plain  to  see : 

Not  one  of  these  would  I  efface, 
For  each  is  dear  to  me. 

Dear  Love,  I  pray  to  God  with  tears 

You  will  be  ever  as  you  are. 
For  you  have  been,  through  all  the  years, 

My  north  and  guiding  star. 

J.  F.  BRICE,  '99. 


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MENOETES 

W  HO  is  this  fellow  floundering  in  the  wave, 
Flung  from  the  Trojan  galley  thundering  by? 
Lightly,  my  friend  ;  he  may  be  you,  or  I ! 

This  passage  from  the  master  to  the  slave 

Is  but  a  flash :  the  pinnacle  we  crave 
Totters  and  falls ;  and  life  is  but  to  fly 
The  dark  immediate  anguish  surging  nigh, 

To  foil  the  shrewd  enclosure  of  the  grave. 

So,  when  I  read  of  old  Menoetes  overthrown 
By  raging  Gyas  to  the  furrowed  brine, 

I  cannot  wholly  laugh :  there  is  a  tone 
Of  merry  sadness  in  the  poet's  line 
That  tells  me  summer  suns  will  never  shine 

When  skies  with  tyrannous  clouds  are  overblown. 

E.  A.  ROBINSON,  Sp. 


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SUNSET 

JL  HE  sweet,  low  lisping  of  the  sunset's  breath 

Ripples  the  water  in  a  silver  strand. 

Apollo  reins  awhile  his  chariot  band 
Ere  the  bright  glory  meets  its  daily  death. 
The  woods  bow  down  to  what  the  ripple  saith 

That  beats  upon  the  broad,  bare,  barren  sand, 

Surging  sweet  sorrows  of  the  night  at  hand, 
Within  whose  arms  the  pale  moon  blossometh. 
We  stood  together ;  from  thy  childish  breast 

I  heard  a  sighing  for  the  day  now  dead ; 
Within  mine  arms  I  felt  thy  body  rest 

And  saw  the  glow  lie  blessing  round  thy  head, 
As  if  the  sun  had  also  loved  thee  best, 

And  o'er  thy  face  his  latest  beauty  shed. 

ANONYMOUS. 


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ARABIA 

/JLCROSS  the  hills,  beyond  the  sea, 

The  pale  moon  shines  on  crystal  streams ; 

There  comes  no  sound  from  lawn  or  lea ; 

No  voice  to  set  the  echoes  free 

And  break  the  spell  of  aimless  dreams. 

Hast  thou  not  said,  "  I  love  repose, 

Where  thought  unhindered  comes  to  me, 
Where  fancy  blooms  unchecked  and  grows 
Fed  by  a  fire  that  gleams  and  glows 
Like  sunlight  on  a  depthless  sea  "  ? 

Here  when  the  morning  lilies  rise, 

And  crimson  dawn  leaps  into  noon ; 
Here  shalt  thou  rest  thy  weary  eyes, 
Hid  from  the  glare  of  burning  skies, 
And  cradled  by  a  quiet  tune. 

But  if  at  morn  or  eventide 

Some  idle  vision  claims  the  hour, 
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Pray  throw  its  empty  spell  aside 
As  thou  wouldst  scatter  far  and  wide 
The  petals  of  a  faded  flower. 

Think  then  of  me  for  one  short  space, 

Who  dream  of  thee  each  passing  day. 
I  beg  thee  for  a  moment's  grace, 
And  in  thy  heart  a  resting-place, 
That  I  be  near,  though  far  away. 

PERCY  Louis  SHAW,  '97. 


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TO  BEAUTY 

"SHOULD  heaven  draw  thee  to  her  fair  domain, 
And  death  dissolve  thy  form  in  common  air, 
And  turn  to  mortal  breath  thy  uttered  prayer, 

Thy  beauties  all  invisible  remain, 

As  shall  thy  goodness  live  on  earth  again ; 
Though  they  to  that  ethereal  'bode  may  rise, 
Here  echo  memories  of  thy  lost  replies, 

The  blessings  that  in  weary  hearts  are  lain ; 

For  Beauty  ne'er  hath  limned  a  fairer  face, 
Nor  Goodness  e'er  illumed  a  brighter  eye, 

And  surely  He  who  is  the  Lord  of  Grace 
Will  never  let  such  Truth  and  Beauty  die. 

What  though  they  change  their  mortal  dwelling- 
place, 

Their  charms  shall  still  survive  beneath  the  sky. 

WALTER  LITTLEFIELD,  Sp. 


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GREATNESS 

JL/ONG  through  the  crumbling  ages  there  has 
passed 

To  many  men  an  honor  over  great ; 

Their  history  is  read  but  in  the  fate 
Of  time  which  followed ;  not  in  that  which  cast 
Its  shadow  darkly  downward  on  the  massed 

Assembly  of  their  deeds,  to  hide  the  state 

Of  man  and  darken  to  our  view  the  weight 
Of  virtue  and  of  vice  which  could  not  last. 
Talk  not  of  famous  men  whose  warlike  lives 

A  load  of  Stygian  woe  upon  mankind 
Have  garnered,  but  thank  God  there  still  survives 

The  work  of  men  so  truly  great,  that  find 
Whatever  fault  he  will,  not  one  who  thrives 

By  knowledge  will  deny  th'  Eternal  Mind. 

EDWIN  FRANCIS  EDGETT,  '94. 


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AN  OLD   SONG  NEW-SUNG 

!  the  wind  comes  moaning  over  the  sea, 
And  the  wind  moans  over  the  land. 
When  will  my  ship  come  back  to  me, 
As  I  wearily  wait  on  the  sand? 

I  sent  her  forth  as  the  daylight  dawned,  • 

And  my  heart's  love  speeded  her  sail ; 

My  smile  was  bright  and  my  hope  was  strong, 
As  I  prayed  for  a  favoring  gale. 

Oh !  the  sun  rose  higher  over  the  sea, 
And  the  tide  ebbed  out  from  the  land, 

And  my  smile  was  bright  and  my  hope  was  strong, 
As  I  waited  and  walked  the  strand. 

The  water  danced  in  the  full  noon's  ray, 

And  my  heart  it  danced  in  tune, 
For  my  ship  would  come  at  the  set  of  sun 

And  her  sail  with  the  rising  moon. 


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The  sun  blushed  out  from  the  bank  of  cloud, 
With  his  cheek  'gainst  the  ocean's  face, 

And  my  hope  grew  strong  as  the  moon  came  on 
In  ripples  of  silvery  lace. 

But  the  stars  sank  down  far  off  in  the  east, 
And  the  stars  sank  down  in  the  west, 

And  my  smile  was  sad  and  my  hope  was  faint, 
As  I  waited  in  vague  unrest. 

And  the  morning  flaunts  his  red  in  the  sky, 
And  the  waves,  they  laugh  in  their  glee ; 

But  my  smile  is  gone  and  my  hope  is  dead, 
As  I  wait  all  alone  by  the  sea. 

And  so  I  watch  and  wait  by  day, 

And  I  watch  and  wait  by  night, 
And  when  it  is  day,  "  in  the  evening,"  I  say, 

And  at  eve,  "  with  the  dawning  light." 

But  the  wind  comes  moaning  over  the  sea, 
And  the  wind  moans  over  the  land. 

When  will  my  ship  come  back  to  me 
As  I  wearily  wait  on  the  sand  ? 

ALGERNON  TASSIN,  '92. 


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OLD   YUCATAN 

V-/LD  Yucatan  !  where  shod  foot  never  fell, 
Slowly  I  break  my  way  and  silently. 

Quiet  is  genius  of  each  fern,  each  tree, 
Each  dreaming  stream,  each  slowly  oozing  well. 
Quiet  and  brazen  sun  which  seem  to  tell 

Of  some  old,  speechless,  tiptoe  mystery 

Bid  me  be  still  and  cease  my  inquiry,  — 
Lure  me  to  seek  the  secret  of  the  spell. 
Lo,  a  hushed  empire,  stone  yet  firm  on  stone, 
Pyramid-stepped  in  sky-ascending  shrines ; 

Palaces,  temples,  places,  paven  ways ; 
Solidly  graven  walls  which,  without  tone, 

Speak  each  a  strange,  hard  speech  in  square- 
cut  lines ; 
Carved  Maya  faces,  gazing  as  you  gaze. 

J.  F.  BRICE,  '99. 


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THE   CATHEDRAL 

J~lALF  forgotten  echoes  wake, 
Dusty,  cobwebbed  corners  shake, 
As  the  Munster  chime-bells  take 
Their  vespered  tolling. 

Groups  of  bashful  maidens  fair 
Fill  the  twilight-shadowed  square ; 
Ling' ring  yet,  they  climb  the  stair 
To  their  devotions. 

High  above  the  priestly  drone, 
Lifts  the  fairest  maid,  alone ; 
Crimson-hued  her  robe  of  stone, 
The  sunlight's  plaything. 

Frozen  work  of  vanished  hands, 
Lost  in  evening  prayer  she  stands, 
Her  reeking  censers,  perfumed  lands, 
The  world,  her  altar. 


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Homeward-circling  pigeons  rest, 
Gems  upon  her  sunset  crest, 
Bearing  from  the  fading  west 
God's  benediction. 

Wan  her  laces  grow  and  cold, 
As  the  sun  steals  back  its  gold ; 
Another  day  her  life  has  told 
With  this  fair  even. 

E.  L.  DUDLEY,  1900. 


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THE   HAVEN 

A  WO  mighty  arms  of  land  shut  out  the  wide 
Mad  flood,  and  shelter  in  their  cosey  lee 
The  buoyant  ships  that  totter  lazily 
On  the  slow-breathing  bosom  of  the  tide ; 
Calm  in  the  bay  the  beaten  vessels  ride ; 

Safe  from  the  storms  that  churn  the  deep,  deep 

sea, 

The  weary  mariner  is  resting  free, 
Deaf  to  the  baffled  fiend  that  roars  outside. 

Safe  from  the  blustering  hurricane  we  two 
Shall  anchor  in  the  harbor  love  has  made. 
The  shore  will  murmur  with  the  serenade 
Of  little  waves  that  dance  in  from  the  blue. 
Though  the  dark  sea  may  beat  the  long  night 

through, 
Love,  little  love,  we  shall  not  be  afraid. 

JOHN  ALBERT  MACY,  '99. 


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ART 

JDUILD  thee  an  altar  in  thy  inmost  heart 
And  sacrifice  thereon  meek-eyed  content : 

Born  of  the  blaze  of  all  thou  hast,  shall  start 
Upon  thy  sight  a  dream-starred  firmament. 
PHILIP  BECKER  GOETZ,  '93. 


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THE   BUILDER —  SCIENCE 

A  SAW  in  outline  on  the  northern  skies 
A  fair-haired  giant,  building,  .with  his  hands, 
And  lifting  rock  on  rock ;  and  now  expands 

The  growing  structure.     Skilful,  ay,  and  wise, 

He  shapes  and  plans,  and  wearies  as  he  tries 
To  fit  the  mighty  work  to  those  demands 
His   laboring   brain   requires;    till   now   there 
stands 

A  towered  temple  complete  before  his  eyes. 
He  rests,  and  lies  beside  a  running  brook, 
And  in  its  voice  grows  thoughtful ;  then  in  pain 

He  starts,  and  knows  the  birth  of  the  divine. 
Touched  with  the  dreadful  question  of  that  look, 
I  turned  away,  but  saw  him  once  again 

Dead,    lying    where    he   should   have   built    his 

shrine. 

P.  H.  SAVAGE,  '93. 


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CANOE   SONG 


D, 


'IP !     Dip  !     Softly  slip 
Down  the  river  shining  wide. 
Dim  and  far  the  dark  banks  are ; 
Life  is  love  and  naught  beside, 
Onward  drifting  with  the  tide. 

Drip,  drip,  from  paddle-tip 

Myriad  ripples  swirl  and  swoon ; 

Shiv'ring  'mid  the  ruddy  stars, 
Mirrored  in  the  deep  lagoon, 
Faintly  floats  the  mummied  moon. 

Soft,  soft,  high  aloft, 

Ever  thus  till  time  is  done, 

Worlds  will  die ;  may  thou  and  I 
Glide  beneath  a  gentler  sun, 
Young  as  now  and  ever  one. 

E.  FRERE  CHAMPNEY,  '96. 


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LIFE   HOPES 

A  HE  waves  are  breaking  on  the  outer  bar, 

Never  to  reach  the  long-desired  goal. 
Out  in  the  offing,  where  the  sea-gulls  are, 
The  waves  are  breaking  on  the  outer  bar, 
Swelling  so  proudly  in  from  seaward  far, 

And  dashed  to  foam  upon  the  unseen  shoal. 
The  waves  are  breaking  on  the  outer  bar, 
Never  to  reach  the  long-desired  goal. 

ANONYMOUS. 


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NOVISSIMUM   VERBUM 


B, 


>OLT  fast  the  door.     The  past  that  lies  behind 

That  studded  portal  must  not  live  again ; 

Pleasure  was  there  and  throbbing  hours  of  pain, 
Success,  disaster,  hope,  and  fear  born  blind. 
And  yet,  in  spite  of  wasted  days,  resigned 

Ambitions,  dreams,  and  struggles  that  were  vain, 

All  is  not  lost,  for  memories  remain, 
And  memory  was  ever  over-kind. 
And  still  we  know  God's  blessed  messenger, 

The  Future,  holds  all  promises  in  store ; 
With  strength  loss-fostered  let  us  follow  her ; 

Let  here,  as  at  Araunah's  threshing-floor, 
Whatever  plague  endures  be  stayed  with  myrrh 

And  incense  of  high  aims.     Bolt  fast  the  door. 

II 

Go  forth  and  fear  not ;  strike,  attack,  defend ; 

In  thine  invulnerable  self  stand  sure ; 

Self-armed  and  self-defended,  self-secure, 
Victor,  thou  all  shalt  to  thy  purpose  bend. 


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Ay,  victor  if  the  enemy  shall  send 

Their  deadliest  darts  into  thy  bosom  pure ; 

Victor  if  captive  spite  of  every  lure, 
Falling  in  harness,  fighting  to  the  end. 
The  stars  and  all  the  heavens  above  us  fill 

With  one  Te  Deum  unto  self;  the  lord 
Of  self  of  destiny  is  king ;  so  still 

Fight  the  good  fight,  however  weak  the  sword, 
With  single  purpose  and  unconquered  will, 

One  aim,  one  hope,  one  struggle,  one  reward. 
REGINALD  WRIGHT  KAUFFMAN,  Sp. 


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PR^ETERITA 

A  HE  world  has  quite  outgrown  her  song 
Because  the  world  has  sung  too  long ; 
And  so  the  world  shall  sing  no  more, 
And  song  is  o'er. 

For  men  are  wiser  than  of  old, 
And  men  have  learnt  the  worth  of  gold, 
And  men  have  set  their  hearts  above 
The  spell  of  love. 

Men's  eyes  shall  cease  to  weep,  they  say, 
For  pity  in  the  coming  day, 
And  none  shall  laugh  through  all  the  earth 
Made  bare  of  mirth. 

Then  Heaven  that  we  hoped,  shall  be 
As  the  old  tale  of  Arcady, 
And  man,  in  spirit  as  in  breath, 

Shall  die  in  death. 
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The  world  has  quite  outgrown  her  song, 
Because  the  world  has  sung  too  long ; 
And  so  the  world  shall  sing  no  more, 
And  song  is  o'er. 

HERBERT  BATES,  '90. 


Part  II 
Class-Day  Odes 


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"EAR   Mother,  we   turn   from   thy  beautiful 

throne 

On  the  fair,  watered  slopes  of  the  west, 
To  wander  and  struggle,  unguided,  alone, 

Till  Night  in  the  path  bars  our  quest. 
Thou  hast  given  us  strength  from  thy  bountiful 

heart 

That  will  keep  us  through  tempest  and  sun : 
Each  glance  at  thy  face,  and  each  thought  what 

thou  art 
Shall  herald  a  victory  won. 

The   mirage   of    the    future   gleams   temptingly 

bright, 

And  quickens  our  steps  to  the  fore : 
We  shall  feel,  though  we  stay  not,  thy  motherly 

sight 
Still  blessing  our  path  as  of  yore. 


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At  dusk,  when  we  turn,  and  in  memory  rove 
On  the  ways  that  are  dark'ning  towards  thee, 

May  the  afterglow  brighten  the  summits  we  love, 
Thy  forehead  our  Hesperus  be. 

ROBERT  ELKIN  NEIL  DODGE,  '89. 


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.F  AIR  Harvard,  ere  we  in  our  turn  pass  away 

From  thy  portals,  our  song  we  upraise,  — 
One    note    in    the    song   of  the  world-sundered 

throng 

Of  thy  sons,  who  are  one  in  thy  praise ; 
From  thy  throne  by  the  storm-beaten  shores  of 

the  east 

To  the  western  far  shores  of  the  sea, 
That  thy  splendor  and  fame  may  endure,  and  thy 

name 
In  the  mouths  of  thy  sons  yet  to  be. 

Through  the  change  of  the  years  wherein  laughter 

and  tears 

Shall  be  mingled  as  sunshine  and  shade, 
We  shall  march  with  thy  grace  for  our  guidance, 

thy  face 
Still  before  tis,  by  dread  undismayed. 


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As  the  thunder  and  song  of  the  sea  on  the  long 

Sea-ramparts,  thy  praise  shall  ascend ; 
And  to  thee,  who  give  might  to  thy  sons  in  the 

light 
Of  thy  learning,  be  fame  without  end. 

HERBERT  BATES,  '90. 


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FAD 


[R  Harvard,  the  years  that  have  wearied  thy 
sons 

Have  but  added  new  glory  to  thee ; 
For  thy  course  is  as  sure  as  the  river  that  runs 

Through  thine  own  level  plains  to  the  sea ; 
With  the  strength  of  the  age,  as  the  ages  in- 
crease, 

Thou  growest  more  firm  and  secure ; 
By  thy  watchword  of  truth  to  high  blessings  of 

peace 
Ever  onward,  while  time  doth  endure. 

We   are  youngest  and  least  of  the  band  of  thy 

sons, 

With  no  laurels  to  bend  for  thy  brow, 
No  glorious  names,  like  the  long-parted  ones 

Whose  mighty  deeds  honor  thee  now ; 
Yet  the  lessons  we  learned  are  the  same  that  they 
knew, 


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We  have  walked  in  the  ways  that  they  trod, 
And  our  hearts  like  the  hearts  of  thy  heroes  are 

true 
To  thine  honor,  our  country,  our  God. 

SEWELL  CARROLL  BRACKETT,  '91. 


Harvard  Lyrics  139 


JR   Mother,  we   pray  for  thy  help  ere  we 
turn 

Toward  the  doubt  and  the  darkness  ahead ; 
May  the  fires  of  thy  beacons  flash  high  as  they 

burn 

And  illumine  the  path  where  we  tread ; 
May  their  brilliance  extend  with  the  growth  of  thy 

fame 
Through    the    wastes    of    the    outer    world's 

night, 
Till   our    doubt   disappear    before    faith    in   thy 

name 
And  our  darkness  give  place  to  thy  light. 

So  our  strength  shall  increase  in  the  struggle  with 

life 

For  the  reward  from  the  future's  slow  hand, 
And  our  hearts,  in  return   for  thine  aid  in  the 

strife, 
Be  as  one  in  thy  grace  through  the  land, 


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Till  the  hosts  of  thy  sons  from  the  south  and  the 

north 

And  the  wide  parted  shores  of  the  sea, 
Shall  transmute  each  success  which  the  years  may 

bring  forth 
Into  glory,  fair  Harvard,  for  thee. 

SAMUEL  PITTS  DUFFIELD,  '92. 


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.T  AIR  Harvard,  how  fairer  than  childhood's  fond 

dream 

Dost  thou  shine  in  our  treasure  to-day ! 
We  have  known  thee,and  loved  thee,  and  memories 

teem 

Ever  sweet  with  the  notes  of  thy  lay. 
But  the  chord  of  our  parting  is  trembling  and 

low, 

As  it  echoes  the  soul's  deep  refrain ; 
And  we  stay,  while  it  kindles  in  love's  crescent 

glow, 
For  the  blessing?  that  hallow  its  strain. 

Breathe  thy  beautiful  soul  o'er   the  dew  of  our 

youth, 

When  we  wander  from  learning's  fair  halls; 
And    soft    be    the    years    to    the    whispers    of 

truth 
As  the  ivy  that  clings  on  the  walls. 


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O  shrine  of  the  pure !  in  praise  and  in  wrath 

Join  thy  living  in  sacred  accord ; 
And  the  faith  of  thy  dead  shall  illumine  the  path 

To  the  heights  of  the  vision  of  God. 

DAVID  SAVILLE  MUZZEY,  '93. 


Harvard  Lyrics  143 


17  IERCE    maiden,  true   life,  whom  we   wooed 

with  grim  fight, 

In  past  dreams  to  thy  conquest  we  woke. 
To  thee,  fire-encircled,  asleep  on  thy  height, 
Through   the    flame,    with   love-wakening,   we 

broke. 
With   thee,    then,    for   honor   we  sought   in  our 

pride, 

Still  heroes  in  good  and  in  sin ; 
But  now  our  dream  fades,  and  earth's  truth,  our 

new  guide, 
Into  mists  melts  the  glory  we  'd  win. 

Sweet    maiden,    true    life,    now    with    reverent 

love, 

In  truth's  light  to  thy  conquest  we  wake ; 
Thy   sleep    on    the    rock,   with    the    red    blaze 

above, 

Through   the   flame,   with   love-wakening,   we 
break. 


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Now  for  thee  may  we  live  in  thy  power  supreme, 

For  thee  to  brave  evil  and  fear ; 
And  when  we  awake  to  find  earth  but  a  dream, 

In  God's  truth  may  we  find  thee  still  near. 

HENRY  COPLEY  GREENE,  '94. 


Harvard  Lyrics  145 


ACROSS   storm-driven    spaces,   our   Lady   of 
Truth, 

We  beheld  thee  fair  shining  in  grace, 
And  rapt  by  the  charm  of  thy  radiant  youth, 

We  toiled  for  a  glimpse  of  thy  face. 
In  darkness  and  doubt  thy  smile  was  our  light, 

As  we  looked,  from  deep  places,  to  thee ; 
Though  shaken  by  error,  yet   strong   with  thy 
might, 

We  fought  for  the  truth  that  makes  free. 

To  win  thee,  our  Lady,  in  days  that  are  past, 

With  stress  in  fierce  conflict  we  wrought, 
Yet,  because  of  thy  fairness,  we  reck  not  the  cost, 

For  thou  art  the  guerdon  we  sought. 
Through  evil  and  good,  with  thee  at  our  side, 

Triumphant  we  pass  on  life's  road ; 
Up  heights  of  achievement  wilt  thou  be  our  guide, 

Till  we  stand  in  the  presence  of  God. 

CARLETON  ELDREDGE  NOYES,  '95. 


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IN  thy  temple,  dear  Mother,  our  last  song  we 
raise 

Of  honor  and  praise  to  thy  name, 
Who  hast  given  us  our  armor,  and  girded  us  well, 

For  life's  struggle  for  glory  and  fame. 
And  sadly  we  leave  this  dear  home  of  our  souls, 

Where  truth's  banner  stands  ever  unfurled, 
Where  on  altars  of  faith  burns  the  incense  of  hopt 

That  shall  cheer  and  inspire  the  world. 

Yet  e'er  to  thy  shrines  we  in  spirit  may  turn, 

Though  far  from  thy  temple  we  roam, 
For   thy   sympathy   wide    as  the  world  spreads 
abroad, 

And  in  every  land  findeth  a  home. 
Where'er  truth  is  worshipped  and  error  despised, 

Where'er  freedom  lifts  her  fair  brow, 
Where'er  passion  is  scorned,  and  the  spirit  obeyed, 

There  ever,  dear  Harvard,  art  thou. 

GEORGE  HENRY  CHASE,  '96. 


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L-/OVING  Mother,  the  spell  of  thy  beauty  this 
day 

Hath  the  souls  of  thy  children  bound  fast ; 
Thy  glory  serene  spreadeth  sunshine  and  joy 

O'er  this  festival,  dearest  and  last 
Yet  sudden  and  still  as  the  passing  of  clouds 

Come  swift  shadows  that  deepen  and  grow, 
When,  thy  sweet  lips  a-tremble,  thy  cheeks  wet 
with  tears, 

Thy  last  blessing  thou  giv'st,  ere  we  go. 

Yet  linger  we  would  not :  thy  lesson  is  learned ; 

'T  is  time  not  to  dream,  but  to  do  ! 
Like  our  pale  hero-brothers,  to  smite  down  the 
wrong, 

And  to  thee,  fairest  Mother,  be  true. 
Farewell !  yet  we  know  that  thine  eyes  follow  far 

Over  battle-slope  dim  and  dark  sea ; 
Thy  blessing  hath  armed  us,  the  toil  and  the  pain 

To  bear  bravely,  for  God  and  for  thee. 

JAMES  EDGAR  GREGG,  '97. 


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W  E  have  slept  till  the  morn  in  thy  chambers 

of  peace, 

(And  the  dream  was  the  vision  of  youth  !) 
At  the  dawn  of  the  day  we  arise  and  go  forth 

In  the  armor  and  shield  of  the  Truth. 
By  the  Beautiful  Gate,  ere  the  shadowy  vale 

Shall  receive  us,  we  bow  down  the  knee, 
And  we  lift  in  the  light  of  the  morning  our  hymn 
To  the  glory,  fair  Harvard,  of  thee  ! 

In  the  wilderness  born,  through  the  wilderness 
still 

Thou  preparest  the  way  of  the  Lord, 
Till  the  nations  are  one  in  the  sound  of  a  Name 

And  the  ploughshare  supplanteth  the  sword ; 
Till,  crowned  with  the  crown  of  the  victory  won, 

Thou  shalt  hearken,  o'er  land  and  o'er  sea, 
The  song  of  thanksgiving  at  eventide  raised 

To  the  glory  of  God  and  of  Thee  ! 

FULLERTON  LEONARD  WALDO,   '98. 


Index  of  Authors 


Index   of  Authors 

PAGE 

Barry,  J.  D.,  '88 45 

Bates,  Herbert,  '90  .     .     .      34,  42,  55,  81,  129,  135 

Blodgett,  Chauncey  H.,  '92 43 

Boynton,  J.  H.,  '90 99 

Brackett,  S.  C,  '91 37,  75,  137 

Brice,  J.  F.,  '99 no,  119 

Brooks,  Bartlett,  1900 106 

Buck,  Sever  B.,  '98 65 

Carney,  M.  F.,  '96 100 

Chamberlain,  H.  H.,  Jr.,  '95 107 

Champney,  E.  Frere,  '96 125 

Chase,  George  Henry,  '96 146 

Cleveland,  Treadwell,  Jr.,  '96 92 

Corbin,  John  R.,  '92 38,  91,  105 

Dodge,  Robert  Elkin  Neil,  '89 133 

Dudley,  E.  L.,  1900 120 

Duffield,  Samuel  Pitts,  '92 139 

Dunn,  Robert  Steed,  '98 13 

Eddy,  Henry  B., '94 97 

Edgett,  Edwin  Francis,  '94 1 1 6 

Fuller,  Robert  Higginson,  '88 79 


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PAGB 


Furness,  H.  H.,  Jr.,  '88 73 

Goetz,  Philip  Becker,  '93 108,  123 

Greene,  Henry  Copley,  '94 143 

Gregg,  James  Edgar,  '97 147 

Griffin,  B.  F.,  '99      . 22 

Griswold,  George,  2d,  '93 32 

Harper,  Charles  S.,  Sp 70 

Hersey,  Frank  W.  C., '99 24,36,52 

Holland,  Rupert  S.,  1900 67 

Holt,  Harrison  J.,  '98 26,  74 

How,  Louis,  '95 80 

Hunneman,  C.,  '89 57 

Hutchinson,  Eberly,  '95 77 

Hutchison,  Percy  Adams,  '99       .     .     .     .     1 6,  33,  47 

Kauffman,  Reginald  Wright,  Sp 127 

Knoblauch,  Edward  G.,  '96 46 

Knowles,  Frederic  Lawrence,  '96 27 

Lapsley,  Gaillard  Thomas,  '93 71 

Leahy,  William  A.,  '88 39 

Littlefield,  Walter,  Sp 115 

Loines,  Russell  Hilliard,  Sp 14 

Mack,  John,  Jr.,  '95 102 

MacKaye,  Percy  Wallace,  '97 109 

Macy,  John  Albert,  '99       .     .     .     .15,  48,  103,  122 

McCulloch,  Hugh,  Jr.,  '91 19 

Muzzey,  David  Saville,  '93 141 


Index  of  Authors  153 

PAGE 

Noyes,  Carleton  Eldredge,  '95 145 

Philbrook,  George,  '94 66 

Robinson,  E.  A.,  Sp 1 1 1 

Sanford,  H.  S.,  '88    . 61 

Savage,  P.  H., '93 59,85,96,124 

Sempers,  Charles  T.,  '88 17,62 

Shaw,  Percy  Louis,  '97  .     .     .     .     29,  49,  83,  87,  113 

Stevens,  W.,  Sp 28 

Stickney,  Joseph  Trumbull,  '95 93 

Tassin,  Algernon, '92 90,  117 

Utter,  Robert  Palfrey,  '98 44,  53,  68,  86 

Waldo,  Fullerton  L.,  '98 21,  148 

Weeks,  Raymond  L.,  '90 51 

C.  H.  M 18 

Anonymous 112,  126 


